The Song of A New Day.

Look to the eastern morning sky,

 as it bursts into flame by the Rising Sun.

  Can you feel the awesome power that moves the Sun?

   Can you hear the heralding Trumpets, calling forth the New Day?

I can see colors burst into bloom,

after a night of Moon.

Look to all that the Light touches.

Hear and feel the Music of Nature playing.

Yet, feel the Sorrow of the Night,

as it is called away.

Feel the Sorrow of the Day,

for it knows things of past.

Can you feel it?

Can you sense it?

Sense the Joy that is there.

Sense the undying prospect

of Happiness and Hope,

to come to those who

Dream and Wish.

This is the Song of a New Day.

The End

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