Early the hills rise, above the dusk
Warms the heart with mystic content
Slowly a day unfolds, giving reasons to task
A stage to behold at one's earthly prudent
An opinion worth, lives to reckon
Each with a share, no more any less
A conundrum holds enough to obtain
An answer to dispel, not found in the ness
Hands to they contribute, the way soul sustain
Ways the nature conjure, a maze convey
Paths a cycle, a view that reflect
Back with many pupil, leads some more
A print to witness, void with disdain sect
An outcome of hope, rely some more
Untainted will it be, when deceit cease
Early to dawn, hills resonate for long
Pristine wind an echo, far as east
Rise to nature, to where it belong
Ruminate to event, wise to arbitrate till feast
Land a gift, creation to propagate
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