The Birth of Day
As morning breaks the silence of night
the suns first rays crest the dark sky.
A glimmer of yellow then a burst of red;
it rises up so beautiful,so high.
You behold such a heavenly sight;
the echo of day and death of night.
The heavens open from creation
with the birth of light from the new day.
The angels gently and tenderly cry;
then wipe a teardrop from their eye.
As the beauty and radiance of the sun
creep high into the morning sky.
As the moon and stars bid farewell;
the red and yellow glow of morning.
Fluffy clouds like plumes of smoke
settle from gods glorious blaze of fire.
To any loving human heart; this beauty
shall raise thoughts of passion and desire.
the suns first rays crest the dark sky.
A glimmer of yellow then a burst of red;
it rises up so beautiful,so high.
You behold such a heavenly sight;
the echo of day and death of night.
The heavens open from creation
with the birth of light from the new day.
The angels gently and tenderly cry;
then wipe a teardrop from their eye.
As the beauty and radiance of the sun
creep high into the morning sky.
As the moon and stars bid farewell;
the red and yellow glow of morning.
Fluffy clouds like plumes of smoke
settle from gods glorious blaze of fire.
To any loving human heart; this beauty
shall raise thoughts of passion and desire.
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