Pure as the first ra…

Pure as the first rays of a rising sun,
pure as the pristine calm of a setting sun,
pure as the soft snow atop a mountain peak,
pure as the first cry of a newborn,
pure as the white clouds sweeping across an azure sky,
pure as the first raindrops quenching a parched desert,
pure as the placid surface of a still lake,
pure as the bubbles dancing in mirth upon many a frothy wave,
pure as the swaying trees shaking off their lethargy in a gentle breeze,
pure as the moon on a cloudless night
bathing the earth in her shimmering glow.

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