It is a holy thing to see
each new opening morn,
the beginning of a journey precious to me
begun with the tender light of dawn.
So soft, so calm, so eloquent
lightens and brightens o’er the land,
the glitter of starry skies is spent
diminished by the golden orb’s stand.
The walk across the heavens begins
a journey of timeless grace,
sustaining all life on our planet that spins
spreading light to every place.
Sunset is like the morning
both brighten up the sky,
unlike the golden pink of dawning
flaming sunsets herald the end is nigh.
Of golden sand and emerald grass
colours brought forth by sunlight’s boon,
the sinking orb fighting to the last
to outshine twinkling stars and silver moon.
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