Being born again is is unending
Again is now.
At night we have the stars
Are they not wonderful.
The less wee have the keener
The appreciation 0n unto the all
Dark of dreamless sleep
From which dreams are born.
A new day dawns
Respect for the first light has been
Learned in the night
The unfolding grandeur of the
Light
Grows upon us until sated just
With the plenty our weariness
Is met with twilight's song
That we may give thanks again
That the day is done.
What ever  is diminished
It is that we may know
It's splendor
Ever turning to it
We are born again
With the gold of
Love is the lilly gilded
All is praise worthy till the end
As whispers end in silence


To the children for we are
Children all