The sun kisses the morning dew
As soft as lips on dreams not through
A tender morning all colored of bronze
My soul is warmed along with the ground
With warmth the morning sweetens every sound
Like singing birds and crickets around
The innocent simplicity of earths awakening
Has risen my soul to this spiritual awakening
The sun I think is my moments friend
Without it all would surely end
And it warms the soul for you and I
And becomes a wondering candle for our lives
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