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Zebra in the Mountains

As surely as my eyes can see, my heart is filled with glee at the sight of such beauty

I've been to many places, yet I've never seen wonder like these cliff faces

There is a bright orange tree to my right

Rooted on the mountain's height. In front of me, I see many birds of white

As well as several large stones like the planet's backbones

Above my head are clouds painted in many shades of red

And yellow with a background of deep blue. Not a sound

Of disharmony touches me

The clay under my hooves is smooth, without grooves

Down below in the valley, mist covers the Everfree. To my left is Canterlot, the city of Ivory

It basks in the sun's glow, the same light which helps my herbs grow

The air I breath is crisp and clean, and my mind is purified by the scene

On both of my sides I hear the waterfalls that are near

Some beneath the orange tree, and more under the castle of Ivory

The mountains grow dark, their landscapes stark

Naked under the waning sun, signalling that the day is done

Now the night can truly descend, the moon rising to tend

The skies in the sun's stead, bringing soft light upon my head

The stars are beginning to dance, giving me a rare chance

To see Luna's work unhindered by trees which shirk

Away the light of day and night

My eyes lovingly greet the stars like my ears would the beat

Of my homeland's drum. I cannot help but hum

A cadence to celebrate the beauty of this great

Sky and its architect and her ability to project

Her thoughts and feelings into the night's dealings.

The mountains of stone like a great backbone

Shine in this different gleam and the tree on my right does seem

To blaze its orange hued leaves like flames unsubdued

As they shimmer and flow, I realize and know

That even after many years, Nature can still bring me to tears

But what is this? There grows a mist

Near the castle of Canterlot, and in the sky grows a large bright spot

Does the Sun's glow return even during night and grow?

This is madness, but it seems this vision is not just a dream

The Sun has indeed returned even though the sky has spurned

Its light for the darkness of night

The mist is swelling very large, and the clouds have taken on a charge

Of lightning and thunder. It's a cloud meant to sunder

The ground below, yet there are no pegasi that go

I understand it not, this storm that covers the celestial spot