The folds of the curtain rise slowly, Unevenly; A light creeps in. Every voice is held inside a throat. Clouds begin to smile - Subtly, at first, Then wider, as their bellies warm against the rising sun. Plump confections take on a flaming red glow, Then pink, Then every color all at once As a blaze explodes onto the stage. The sky wakes up with fireworks, Streamers flying in every direction, And the world comes into view. A choir of birds, of dragonflies, Of everything that

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