The morning mist begins to lift
O'er a carpet of green.
And high above, the dawn out of,
A golden sun does gleam.
A tickling breeze on senses pleased
Stirs the new day's life,
Awakening souls from branch and hole
To the world so rife.
With glorious, notorious
Beauty un-compared
Here the essence of the presence
Of spirit is now declared.
Upon the moor, so clean and pure
There is no darkened shadow
And light does fill the mind so still
At sunrise in the meadow.
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