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A place of age -old magnificence and rugged beauty
captives you with appearing slanting reverence
were left wet full bellied clouds hung
Everything was wet from the oxygen rain
alive with crystal sun-filled sheen
of reflected mischievous light
The cool afternoon breeze was sweet nectar
with very low sunrays caught between
tremendous colors gleaming through dew
shining like shafts of harmony
tapestry yellows fading
to sky gem-blue
As extravaganza trance silence would descend
and hang intense ...exhilarating lumbering
its way to the outer way of the sky | 
