I grapple at the beauty of sunrise,
Awakening another peerless dawn.
I grasp at the majestic opal skies;
The immaculate virtue of the morn.
The blue-bells arise, now fully adorned,
As I hum to the splendour of daybreak.
I drift with the elegance of the swan,
Touched by the serenity of the lake.
The din of life is forgotten for now,
An immaculate silence feeds my core.
The eloquence of robins, chant somehow,
In the flames of an opalescent glow.
O Lantern, thy soul is filled with longing;
Sweet heaven heralds the light of morning.
Quote from a Seer
Is it hard to begin the day with hope
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