See it rise in the east;
see where it shines!
See how it touches each little thing,
see the flowers follow its path.
Feel its gentle warmth!
I wandered through the
darkness long,
and heard the
creatures cry.
The deepest aches they
turned to song
that echoed ‘round the
sky.
Seen without looking,
found without seeking,
known without thinking,
heard without speaking,
shown without showing.
A song that whirls
around the dark,
and rises up in dreams,
can leave a passing
sort of mark,
like moonlight’s dewy
beams.
It shines for all, and one.
It doesn’t refuse the little creatures.
See them run through light-drenched fields,
hear the laughter and the bubbling brook!
None are ever lost.
And if the silent moon
should fall,
or drift behind a
cloud…
Still yet blue morning
shines for all
and still brave hearts
are proud.
See it set in the west;
see the blinding light
on reflecting rolling waves!
See the sea and shining sun,
and think of the moon.
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