Reliving Asthachal

Anxious to get there before the rest,
The hills, the trees, the sky awaits.
Displaying their brilliant spectacle of sights,
Lacking an audience.
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Amidst the lone trees, she sat,
Calling unto herself the spirits of Nature.
The came from the most strange places,
Revealing themselves in their true form
With their hazy silhouettes,
Emerging with the setting Sun.