The darkness lingers...
Running low into the valleys...
Trying to extend the night just a little longer.
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The sky promises different,
Shedding glimpses of color between clouds
to which the forest gives birth.
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Birds change their songs… some seek refuge for the day…
Others flutter from tree to tree… awaiting the warmth of the sun…
announcing its imminent coming.
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Bare feet of children do their morning dance… chasing the chickens and dogs…
Running down muddy paths with empty jugs…
Climbing back up tired with the weight of fresh water.
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The crackle of fires throughout the mountain…
The smell of fresh coffee simmering in large cauldrons…
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The gentle thump of the Pilón…
heartbeat of a people welcoming another day…
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Announcing to their God, Yes Lord, we’re still here….waiting... watching...hoping…for what you bring us this day.
