The river sleeps, a misty dream,
The willows murmur, softly gleam.
The dawn awakes, the east is red…
Such peace descends, so still, instead.
A morning shiver you receive.

This freshness, peace, and grace I crave.
What more could we require?
To gather blooms, life to engrave,
To dream, to wander, and to meet the fire,
The morning dawn we long to have!

What do we need in this life’s race?
So swift the passing of our days,
From morning’s chill to time and place,
Each moment that the world portrays,
Cherish, love, and hope, always!
No other path, no better way.