The music of dawn sets pen to dance
across a page and into memory; morning glance
and first light is a balm, a spiritual calm
and it sets us on a path for day,
as pillars of sunlight guide the way.
When we reach the edge of twilight.
and make the rituals of coming night,
a harvest of flight and gathered sight,
becomes a day in which we grew
a harvest of flight and gathered sight,
becomes a day in which we grew
by folding the old into the new.
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