Night’s pallid hush ascends with gentle Grace;
Nocturnal fauna nestles back in the ground.
Precursive solar tendrils peer around
Through tatted eyelids in morn’s tree-top lace.
Faint blushing tiers of pink and crimson hue,
Unfold soft wisps of streaming cirrus cloud.
The meadow’s haze of gossamer- a shroud,
As crystal sheaths submit to glist’ning dew,
And cautious sunbeams flicker on the rise.
Clenched petals stretch to welcome dawning’s rays;
A valiant beacon bursts forth in full blaze.
The Morning Star now masked by azure skies,
‘Til breath of life, that brief eternity,
God’s sacred Realm embraces only me.