Chilled are the grass blades and frosty the windows
Slowly the sun beams illuminate my pillows
Morning is breaking and all of the universe
Is singing the melody that moves everything Heavenwards
Hushed are the elements and hushed are the creatures
Before all the beauty that this morning features
Winds in their motion and the iciest formations
Are sounding the echoes of the Divine Inclinations
Chosen to see it: this most beautiful horizon:
Creatures with vision are watching the day brighten
Golden with color and glowing with lightness
Everything is sparkling and mirroring God's likeness
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