In the calm cool morning, silent blue trees are stretching up and out
Crisp fresh flows are frisking and filtering through waterfall leaves
The Moon gliding gracefully in her journey beyond the heavy-eyed stars…
Listens to the peace of this eternal moment,
Turns to survey the goodwill of a restful slumber,
Pauses to see the Sun’s face once more…
Discovering her eyes, he smiles at her loving serenity
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Primitive Joe 
