The grey gives way to fuchsia pink  
And light falls softly upon the trees
It’s then, he's seen - the morning sun —
With his fingers of gold and earthy honey
That wake the sleepy land and sea
And warm the gentle birds and bees
Brighten the fragrant rain kissed rose
That rests on brows that still repose
And speaks to the stars hidden above
Of warm nights and a summer of love