The drops of dew like little water sprites,
Danced on evergreen platforms
In late twilight.
They danced and danced,
Until they fell, just as night
Faded away.
Oh, this morning mist!
Oh, this morning light!
The dewdrops danced and fell
On the coming of bright.
The sky sheds it's intimidating cloak,
It had donned since the arrival of dusk,
Dotted with silver, an ever-changing epitome,
A cloud of sheer mystery and musk.
'Ere comes the ray of golden fancies,
The sun gently cradles into view,
Hailing the arrival of all new,
The beginning of morn, the exodus of night,
The sun swoops in
On the coming of bright.
Bright sweeps in with mellow cheer,
Startling the world; it's oh-so-clear
Sunshine that dyes and deepens,
Your horizons ever closer steer.
The world chirps alive, a melodious sight,
And fancies fly
On the coming of bright.
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