As the skies turn a crimson hue
Dispelling the darkness of the night
And the waves this morning gently roll
Quite unlike yesterdays might
The shades of midnight turn a soft blue
Right before my very eyes
Welcoming new hope, no time to rue
Just what the wise would advice
As the orange glow of the big ball of fire
Turns the blue sea to gold
You cannot but stop to admire
A wonderous sight to behold
Nature tells its story each day
If only we’d stop and listen
Learn from lessons that come our way
As our mind and soul awaken
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