The birds rise in greeting to the morn.
Light is coming, yet they sing in darkness.
A song of joy, a song of hope, a song of longing.
Waiting for the light, they do not stay silent.
Bring your song to the darkness, bring it here.
Let it burst with longing, longing for the day.
Let it sing into the beauty of stars, of mystery.
As it awakens what has been, and what will come.
Greeting it the same everyday in this time.
All over the world.
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