My eyes are open to the morning grey.
I lie for hours; not a word I say.
The light will come as it does every day.
Then I shall shout and leap and play.
Until I grow tired again.
The wind comes racing across the world
Tell me of how you frolicked and twirled.
Come whisper of places where stars have swirled
Show me the smoke from the dragon that curled
Among his treasures of gold.
A sleepy twitter erupts from up high.
The birds of paradise that shimmer and fly.
As green as an emerald; gold flatters my eye.
I watch for God's jewels in the grey of the sky
That is turning quite certainly blue.
I lift my face to the first rays of light.
They stretch, dance with all of their might.
The sun in its majesty climbs to the heights.
Each creature will laugh or weep at the sight
Of the greeting of a new day.
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