The golden brilliance of the Dawn
ushers in a precious morn.
Out to the East the sky’s afire;
for the dark of night, a funeral pyre.
To the West, a crowning glory;
a Rainbow speaks of Gaia’s story.
And here betwixt the night and day
I stand and watch and humbly pray
to the spirit of this very place,
“Please fill me with your gentle grace.”