A Brighter Sun!

 

The glistening dew of the morn

The nest of the dove long forlorn

Point that a new day is born.

 

In the woods, gaily dances the fawn

The owl slumbers with the break of dawn

The storm of last night is finally gone.

 

The wreckage of the storm last night

Has turned the valley to a mournful sight

But the sun today is shining bright.

 

The shadow in the vale fading away

As the sun rises bright and gay

Marks the arrival of this new day.

 

So, let the Past pass behind

Fill some hope in your troubled mind

A brighter sun- each day will find.

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