At dawn she sleeps
But she's present
Greeting the birds
That are busy working
She dreams of her love
How it prefects life
And instills hope
It spreads across the hillsides
Slowly and steadfastly
She is powerful and can't be stopped
And when she awakens
And peers at the moon and land
Through the clouds
She is pleased by her own love
She glows brighter
And brighter
Until she relaxes and retreats
And we speak of her like a flower
That blooms and fades
But shines in our hearts always
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