I never forget to bow
Before the sun in the morning
When from tree tops
Mist falls to ground, melting
I praise the ray that
Pierces through the dark cloud
And washes the plains
Spreading wide as a shroud
I sing for the sky
That holds in its vast expanse
Unexplored mysteries
That throws me into a trance
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First stanza - appreciations or compliments to the sun, for melting the mist - chasing the cold away. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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