Poetry and Prose, is there a special place in your heart?

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An interest for this type of writing, I sometimes feel compelled. I'll take a thought, How the Earth revovles, the morning starts with the sun arise in the east, the mountains worn to rolling hills, the wisdom of age from a time long ago. To the west the young man goes, west into the dangerous terrain of mountains fresh peaks so high and full of snow. The Earth unwinding around the sun, Established timing ever spinning traveling year by year. Into the west the young man goes, into the setting sun another day is done. The Earth unwinding around the sun, I turn back to the east looking forward to a new day, as the sun begins to rise, we can see once again, glad eyes for happy days. As the Earth unwinds around the sun.