The world in its turning advances from night;
the morning’s dim light beginning to spread.
Black fades to grey, then to luminous blue,
as a chorus of birdsong rings overhead.
Seemingly still, we progress to the light,
dawning of day and of joy in our heart.
Heads rise from pillows to take in a view,
a last glimpse of darkness as shadows depart.
Stars drift from sight at the eastern ascension;
the multitude fades in the new light released.
Now clear, the sky sings, all lights coalesce
as the singular sun rises up in the East.