While they were sleeping…

While many were laying in slumber life went on…

The sun shimmered its golden glow…

Swans elegantly glided beside the reeds…

The clouds made formations and were illuminated in a rose hue…

The river rippled and flowed and a ghostly mist snaked and drifted…

There was no chaos, no bombardment or demands…

Nature continued without the glare of humanity…

That all took place while they were sleeping…

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