Waking the dawn

While shadows still hide the light of the sun
And evening is ending and day is  begun;
Sounds of the singing, the most joyful noise,
Emerge from the tree limbs in purity of voice

Quietness is speaking and solemnity stirs
The spirit is pondering over all that occurs
Darkness is fading, we can see it  so plain
The morning star rises and shines once again..

Hushed are the moments and silent the ways
Of morning star's movements in each of its rays
Yet all of them are touching and moving us within
How radiantly resplendent is the dawn entering in..