The first rays break through the dark
Dissolving the walls of solid black with hopeful light.
The air is fresh, unsullied as yet;
The silence, untainted with sound-
A blank canvas
Awaiting the first tender stroke
Of the Artist's humble brush.
As the radiance steals over land and river and sea,
Colours peep out from under blankets of grey
And stretch their limbs over their surroundings,
Drawing the world out of drowse
And into a vigilent state,
Awakening sight and sound,
Arousing smell and taste.
Restoring feeling and thought.
And night gives way to day.
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