The distant echo of thunder
Fading far behind me race
Retreat against the downpour
Of golden sunlight on my face
I smell the fresh new birth
Of buds and dew and spring
Dance light to the chirps
Of bobbing birds on wing
Life begins the day
When night has made it sleep
Arising to embrace the morrow
Out of past purple deep
Alight on soft feathers
With leaves and wind and breeze
I take a step yonder
Upwards the sky's sweet kiss
Down and up above, within
Life is born anew
In every bough and branch
In every drop of dew
The moon to rest this morning
And sun to rise and play
Across the blue dome of heaven
As life begins the day
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