The Fox's Sun
The yearning beams of sunlight peek out from beneath the hills-engraving
the grass with a fine thick brush, giving the trees another life.
The
little fox who sleeps late, wakes instead to find himself wrapped in a
blanket of dancing gold. Yet he still feels the delicate twinkling of
the previous night's crisp cold air.
Does he know what he is seeing?
1 comment:
So beautiful!
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