I see a hill of jade rise o’er the sky
Engulfed in silver, silk-like, morning haze
Like ghosts of dewy moonbeams roaming by
Kissed by the bright and golden morning rays
The sun, a spider lit with crimson flame
Climbs slowly up the yarn of the clouds, white
Setting alight each cranny and each plain
That once stood shadowy in the deep night
The air is fresh, all nature sings a hymn
A clear harmony of impinging day
The burst of sunshine fondles the world’s rim
Dispelling the deep black of night away
I sip my morning coffee as I glare
Upon the morn’s bright, topaz, springing flar