Strange the way of early morning, this stillest silent motion
Mooring hours it veils the day, beyond, a timeless ocean
Neath the dim of graying caste, or painted light and clouds
The harbinger of things to come wrought in skies resound
Verdant plots of earthen ground echo with yesterday
The paths we trod now making clear the overture once played
Bringing forth theme and anthem, assuaging vestige doubt
Memories of pleasure and pain, in measure sounding out
As mercies new at dawn of day, our minds have been at play
Renewed in dreams, transformed by night, meet morning’s silent gaze
A waking sun may oft forget before the sheen of last moon rise
Crescent waning high within a lingering lunar eye
Creatures below the aether there, revel in cycled time
Greeting the day with symphonic sound, a rhythm of new life
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