her steady pace unrelenting
chasing away the night
bring bathings of her orange hue
she makes her entrance upon the day
a shard, a shaft, a blaze at a time
conjuring the hills and mountains
filling the valleys and plains
with her bright morning cheer
the feathered chattering masses
engage her in idle conversation
passing the dawn away
as old friends catching up once more
brighter she makes it
bring warmth in her cloak of gold
once again starting the clamour of the day
whilst she looks to the horizon
her track set uncomplicatedly
good morning girl!
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