Like a geisha dimming lights
Silver shadows behind paperThe moon is spent and retires
And it is now that I rise
Awake early to see the dawn
Watch the glow crest the hill
Set light to a new morning
While the bird's sleep on
Indolent upon twiggy nests
Day is arriving
One more day wrote in celestial fire
It breaches the east
The torch of dawn is lit
And carried aloft by spring
The birds awake
And the day is filled with song
