Your lonely cry rings out through the wood.
Signifying morning, calling us to be.
Sit with your solitary-ness, it invites.
Even though the song is one, and still,
It is risen with the voices of the wood.
A preface to the song of welcome.
Welcome here in your loneliness.
Welcome morning and the song bursts.
Just as the sun rises and brings with it,
The rays, the day, stretching, encompassing
All of the land bathed in golden light.
Bringing light across the world!
We all sit alone with the same sun.
Heralding our song to make a chorus.
Unique, true, it's own voice rising.
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