The day dawns in freshly spoken light
and spreading, makes the sky alive and wide, 
while the earth burgeons beneath the might
of the Sun King in his burning stride.
The birds beckon below as bards of nest
and man keeps the land the Lord provides;
until the dusk, when all is seen as blessed
and all lay down their heads in holy rest.
At night, a woman hums to one who cried.
The fish are lulled in currents from the west
as the Moon Queen tends the flowing tide,
a low colliding, lined on shores of white.
The never-sleeping sea breathes, confides,
and whispers on the darkness of the night.