The dark sky,
changes colors slowly,
a faint gray light,
break through the clouds.
The lone bird calling,
announcing the arrival,
welcoming were the breeze,
flowing through the trees.
The flowers are awakening,
greeted by the dew,
small guests come calling,
in the search of nectar.
The earth hushed and still,
waiting for its gentle touch,
as the world, wrapped in sleep,
are waiting for the divine glow.
Lo behold, the morning twilight,
crept across the silent sky,
wondrous transformation begins,
with the arrival of sunrise.
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