March 22, 2016

First Light

Mountains climbed, and rivers to swim
where am I going
in a light that’s made dim?
facing torrents and cold winter’s frost
In snow storms and raging currents
is a battle won or lost
Sleeps a songbird, sleeps through the night
wings stretch and soar, in the grace of first light
Sings a songbird, songs turn to play
Don’t be frightened, I’ll lift you away

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