Canopied first-lit morning washed brilliantly across the gallant sky.
Awakening drowsy faces ascend to breathe hope amid a glorious sigh.
Once lost in darkness now cloaked in miraculous glow speaks sweetly subtle scent.
What are they that haunt of dreams unseasonable memories of time once spent?
While morning’s triumphal rise with herald brush to paint an endless work of art.
Gentle the woven magic, His mantra harmonic to bless the human heart.