O’ sunrise, yon orchid shimmer’d glow I pray, heed my humble plea, cast your light o’er sleeping fields a’ flow of gold leaf mist illumined ‘pon sweet breeze whispers, so that my love shall awaken amidst the splendor of honeycomb essence driftings gently caressing her face, warming her rose petal skin, lifting her parfait smile so I too may bask in the impeccable *beauty of this morning