A sun-kissed morn upon my eyes
An ecstasy that words belie!
Its painting with God's mystic brush
Upon the canvas of the sky;
Find mirrored upon the brown earth
Its portrait in heavenly hues,
Waterfalls, trees and dew-kissed grass
Gay blossoms in crimson and blues;
Echoing this fine artistry
In divine melodious strains,
Wind carrying to my mortal ears
Chorus of the birds and the rains,
It enables my knowing soul
To surpass all temporal pleas,
Like a lone vessel voyaging
Across far oceans and the seas.
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