All the round earth sings the morning up.
Rising, calling, a chorus of sound and light.
Arise to the connection of the call.
We were never separate from it.
We were meant to see the gift of us with them.
A way to see how harmony, balance is kept.
Not just survival, but the mystery and wonder.
Life teeming under our feet, above our head.
All in this intricate web of life and death.
Beginning and endings, the cycle of season.
Meant to celebrate this eternal home.
It lasts beyond us and in spite of us.
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