Morning's Golden Light

In early rays of golden light.

Morning beckons a new day's sight.

While earthly creatures bath with heavenly delight.

In green meadows, to drink from crystal cold streams.

This morning heralds what my short life should mean.

Awakened eyes freshly see,

I look to cloudless deep blue skies.

Then hear a peaceful song as a hatchling softly cries.

I wish to learn the secrets of the forest once clothed by night.

With Dawn's forgiveness, removing old growth fright.

I see past mountain peaks draped in sleeping shadow molds.

Where across dark planes, my dreams are gently told.

I slept away, my penance forged in mining gold.

This morning ritual begins to warm a tired soul.

Infused with magic from the day I turn away social control.

Notice is given to my master for an imagined goal.

Finally, I open my door to journey out the garden gate.

In Heaven's golden light watching, I surrender to wait.

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