Awakening

A slumberous, sense of seclusion As sleep, is drifting from my eyes, I look upon the translucent shade of the morning dew While I moving slowly do arise. Watching therain dripping from the eaves Silhouetted in gold from the rising sun, My mind gradually awakening Now a new day has begun. Through dimly, dancing, dawns first light With sound of the rains chime The horizon still not clear Just sweet thoughts of a shadowy time. A light gust of wind, gently lifts The dead and dying leaves Settling softly upon the ground As light as the morninmg breeze. The suns ray a smile of gold Onthe landscapes new days light, Now stand and look at the rainbow A wonderful scene for mortal sight.