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I see Bailey’s beads

Between the mountains,

And the valleys

During the summers day,

Where flowers adorn

And snow covers peaks,

Then as night sets in

I see the circumpolar,

And when the moon appears

I witness it’s earthshine glow,

I sense my frequency the begin to flow

Into nature and the cosmic universe,

I wonder sometimes if these beautiful displays

Are something destructive mankind deserves.