The lonely
white owl
sings
in the silence
of what remains
to night.
Darkness
begins to soften
with new light.
The majestic
procession
begins.
Colour spreads
over the awakening
horizon.
Anticipation
fills
the morning air
as the sun
appears
in splendour
and creation says
"yes"
to a new beginning.
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