To the East, a sky ablaze with glory;
golds and orange tell Gaia’s story.
A single deer then wanders by
as the orange orb ascends the sky.
Soon, from the trees, the Dawning Songs
as life awakes where it belongs.
Old Sol awakes, life’s essence weeps;
into our hearts it slowly seeps.
Perhaps one day I just might find
the truth that lies within my mind.