Listen and be silent, before the waking dawn.
Melodies, of evening, are finally past and gone...
Creatures are rustling, through leaves and fading grass.
Hear it, the morning, she sings the songs that last...
Feel it, the whisper, of wind upon your face
It leaves there, an imprint, you will not want to erase.
Carrying, the healing, the touch of lasting grace
Breezes transform things in every time and place...
Rise up and wait now: you do not have to rush...
Take time, to see it, the colors from Heaven's brush.
Splashed out, on the horizon, and glowing in the sky
Beauty and splendor created for you and I..
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