Blessing of Dawn

Sun-kissed tips,

Of Mountain’s blue bliss,

Give way from the cold,

Mists rising foretold,

Revealing the trees,

Now touched by a breeze,

Rising from hollows,

Where nesteth the swallows,

While brooks gurgle down under,

Sun’s rays breaking asunder,

The clingings of night,

Birds lifting to flight,

Stretching their wings,

Singing sweet things,

We forgot long ago,

Huddled from the cold.

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