The morning Sun
Bent a little
To say
Do not fear
The blowing wind
On the face
Tomorrow will even be better
Than today;
Look up to me
And smile
Fill every heart
With fresh warmth
Let the fragrance of earth
A wondrous world
Hidden beneath
Be your guide;
The men are here
To dig and burn
All that has dried
Been dead for long
Bending for it
Over and over
As their only plight
To earn their daily bread;
We must walk, aimless
For a while
A glow deep inside
To discover
The power of breath
And survive
Many attempts of misguide
Before we can find, ourselves.
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