Sometimes I see our snow-like clouds
Are really the mountain tops of another world
The mirror image of our small earth
Mountains of a blue that blends
Into our connecting sky
Unseen river valleys at their base
But all magnified into endless space
The way our seas go out
And then go further out
And that to us reflected world
Shrinks to the first bud on a tree
Under a silent rainfall of stars
Just like ours but vaster fuller
Until I lose the sense of great or small
Reaching out to hold it all
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