The silent, lifting pall of dawn
Calls out to sleepy birds.
Yawning, they sing their lilting notes:
Natures unheard words!
The fragrance of a nascent morning
Rises from the souls of dew-soaked trees.
The cold breeze brings peace to wilful nights
Remembered by the buzzing bees.
Sun peaks from behind the row of houses,
Red in shame. Coyly he bids farewell,
To his friends, the stars, and looks at the
Fading Moon. She smiles as the river swells.
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