Upon the morning stirs her Shimmering Light
As nighttide sleeps the Daytide Smiles;
Proclamation of Engendered Treasure
Beyond the compulsion of pretense and guile.
Untamed the Morning Sings a Blazing Song,
A harp string Reverberating loud;
Unmerited , we watch with shaded eyes
As Creation wakes and Smiles proud.
Listen then, if Breath be in your soul
And let the Music of her Smile Shine;
No other Serenade is as Glorious,
Nor like to Reach within and then Entwine!
With Life and Luster the Morning Radiantly Glows,
Stirring ethereally what seldom shows!