This golden morn
Think
me given you a beauty of a cool green yellow...
Like those leaves of my favoured saplings
Looking fresh...after two days' Spell-
The magic of rain...
As if those leaves were only thinking of you
When they bathed in rain...
And now as they are bathing still
In warm lovely sunshine...
This golden morn
Think
me given you a sense of Hope...
Running down the slope
Of the lamp post
Standing elegant
Bathed the same
Both by two days' rain
And now,by the warm sunshine...
This golden morn
Think
me given you a sense of Faith
Like that little girl's smile
Waving to her parents
Getting into the blue white school bus...
This golden morn...
Think
me given you the Charity
Of the breeze
Who giveth away every happy state of her
Coming from twenty thousand leagues deep
And ten thousand miles far...
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