The morning dew lies soft and still, As sunlight bends to show its will. A waterfall of golden streams, Pours down on hills with gentle beams. The heavens’ hand, so pure and bright, Unfolds the world in radiant light. A waterfall of shining rays, Breaks through the night, the dark decays. Like silver threads, the light descends, And in the valley, river bends. Each leaf, once touched by gleamingRead more...