Daybreak
Dawn, with gauzy garments bright
Her gentle fingers gently pull the light
From the secret bosom of the night..
In the glade , in silent splendor stands
The stag, surveyor of this forest land
King of that singular moment grand
Pearls on drooping fronds of green
Bowed in supplication so they seem
Just one moment in this misty dream
This single day awakes with humble pride
With His breath it's constant guide
Letting morning's quiet peace abide.
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