At dawn the sun kisses the day
and signals time for life to play.
Yet one more tune to all that’s true;
to mountains high and oceans blue.
At dusk in one last brilliant ray,
old Sol farewells yet one more day
and simple folk like me and you
slumber and wait for days renew.
Soon she’ll come to light my day;
her morning smile to light my way.
I wait for her – my oldest love;
first rays of dawn; light from above.
She warms me when I leave my bed,
she wipes sleeps cobwebs from my head.
She lights my morn and shows my way,
is by my side throughout the day
then when I close my eyes to sleep
I know her promise she will keep
to rise again at crack of dawn
and kiss my cheek; a brand new dawn.
I wait for her most every morn;
her wisdom is the crack of dawn
and as her warmth spreads over me
I feel the kiss that sets me free.
I feel her warmth within my heart;
this is the way each day should start.
Each evening as she leaves this place
an image spreads her warmth and grace
into the hearts of man and child;
all Gaia’s children tame and wild
and as she rests and waits for dawn
her btrother watches till the morn
to shed her light that he does hold;
bathing the land in softest gold.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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