Through the dapples of the thinning night...
The crimson of the early dawn shines through...
The skies freshen up with elegant stealth...
Birds fly singing beneath the endless blue sky...
Away, are the misty hills...
Behold, are the budding flowers...
A deep sigh of a passing breeze...
Pure dew on aside leaves, green...
There is not a person on the street...
Calm stay these pleasures, sweet...
Down the tarry street standeth a tree tall...
On its branches, birds with bright wings beating...
Gathering the freshness of the world around,
The crisp morning overwhelms in silence...
One cant but feel the hope and pleasure...
Of the new day that dawns everyday...
It weighs tenderly hard on my heart...
That night moves over for the day...
Without a fuss, without a groan...
So soft, yet so firm...
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