The lake shimmers, and sparkles
in the brightness of early
morning sun, like diamonds
and jewels displayed at
Tiffany's; A flock
of crow fly overhead
flapping their wings
like sails in the wind
across the pale blue
north Idaho sky,
while a lone bird
sits perched high atop
a tall fir whistling his
cheery tune
At this moment, at this time
all seems good, and right
with the world
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