God Of Dawn Poem by Achim Wollscheid

Your lit face, wholly fine every way

Dresses rooms to ornate display

We're jumping around like you are the sun

Nursing every languished one

Like the definite arm that cradles us all

Or nutritious fill gathering twelve feet tall

You're the mother who supplies the milk

And adorns we seedless men in silk

We the world absolve your every fault

They're cast away as been to salt

At night once again we'll bow our heads

Hearkening the crisp footsteps you tread

Your gleam is irresistible and it's all there is

To the girls, boys, women and men