How now this hare
has ceased her running;
to tharn the sunrise
in the holler.
Not for fear but
awe and wonder;
called unto its
pinkening rays.
Be still and ponder,
look on and gaze,
for life’s a mystery
all your days.
How now this hare
has ceased her running;
to tharn the sunrise
in the holler.
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