The dawn is coming
Taking the grace of day in
The sun is gleaming
Through the dew of green
The birds are chanting
Welcoming the joy of day
The chickens are chuckling
Happy with the new wind of the day
The moon is hiding
Feeling shy and retreating to its bed
The nocturnes are slumbering
Waiting for another night to thread
The morning glory is smiling
The honeysuckle is swinging
The lovely jasmine is blooming
What a glorious time as a new beginning
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