Dawn paints her silent muse

From dreams in the night

Awaken on the path we choose

Beneath the morning light

 

In the garden of morning light

Mother earth she speaks as one

From break of day to dark of night

We are shadows in the sun

 

Paint me a picture

Weathered and wise

Today not tomorrow

Leave the disguise

 

It’s not hard to see faces

Worn and weary cases

Drifting between raindrops

And the silence between spaces

 

So paint me a picture

As tall as the moon

Show us some wisdom

Say now never soon

 

 

Gentle is the morning light

In the garden of earthly guise

Awakes the dawn from weary night

And greets the day through nature’s eyes

 

Dawn paints her silent muse

From dreams in the night

Awaken on the path we choose

In the solace of morning light

 

Morning rises on the lake

With ancient wonders

Wise and deep

 

The loon is calling

Through misty veils

Awakens from her peaceful sleep

 

In the silence on hidden trails

We humbly listen

When nature speaks

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The trees whispered softly

All is one not asunder

Bathed in the sunshine

Of her deep breath wonder

 

Light your fires she declares

And transcend fading light

For yesterday was dawn

Today is night