Dawn breaks, wakes the sky,
Makes the world shine pink and dry.
The bleak night’s bite grows weak
As trembling trees begin to speak.
Rush away, rippling creek.
In lush light, don’t be so meek.
In hallowed woods would ye be followed
Til by your roar would we be swallowed.
Away, away fly birds today.
I’ll follow them one day, I pray.
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