Sleepily I wake, sleepily I wonder
With elation, am I filled when the sun
Breaks in from the outside, through my window
It drowns me.
The sun soaked grass, I see the talent
In the folds of the wind, in the shaking of the sea
On to what can I grasp, with what can I know?
I’ll learn from the rain that hits my back
And the sweat that sears my skin
Tempered by the tide, cleansed by a morning of song
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