The dawn creeps
slowly o'er the
hill,
And filters through
the trees,
The early birds
welcome the day.
Such precious
moments, these.
Down the hill, the
treetops blaze
In the first rays of
the sun.
I see the Heron by
the lake,
And the ducks stir,
every one.
This moment's for
reflection,
A time to watch and
pray.
To thank my Lord,
and worship,
For this beautiful
new day.
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