At the break of dawn
The songbird sings
And the sun peeps slyly
From behind the hills
And then it sprays
A gust of golden dust
And dabs it with a cotton puff
Of flossy clouds that drift along
While the songbird in the woods
Sings its morning song
The dewdrops shimmer
On needle leaves
Splintering light
Like crystal beads
The wind then plants a gentle kiss
On the rosy cheeks that lie in bed
Underneath the silken satin sheets
Black almond eyes awaken
Like the first blossom of spring
And with them unfold
A thousand dreams.