Morning, opening her sleepy eyes

To the sky, and the clouds, like ashes,

Blowing slowly across the heavens,

Chasing away the night.

The glow, an ember in the dark,

A kindling, gently stoking, reigniting,

Until the flames catch fire,

And the sun begins another day

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