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A tree rustled in the breeze, its leaves whispering softly of countless years. In the early morning, the sun peeked out from its dark bower, dawn painting the sky brilliant colors of orange and pink and yellow. Sleepy birdsong added another brushstroke to nature's masterpiece. Clouds fluffed their way across the sky, trying to assert dominance, but the dawn and the sun brushed them aside. The clouds had had all the time for harassment they wanted, for the moon did not care whether it was obscured or not. The sun, though, commanded attention, and the dawn triumphantly heralded its way. The birds joyously joined the sky's retinue, and the trees' leaves sang quietly at them, glad just to see the morning once more. Small animals scampered excitedly, busily talking and finding new nooks and crannies while rediscovering old ones. The world was still in relative solitude, for now composed only of the earth and its natural beings. It was well before the shuffling and exhaust of the cars commuting to their respective workplaces, well before the lazy hum and rumble that was the symphony of human activity. No, for now, the earth conducted its own quiet chorale, and all of nature enjoyed and contributed to its choir.

whatdya think?

wait... i think i said that on my last entry.
drat... stare