It is the morn dawning,

It is the darkest night,

Wispy clouds of smoke,

Drenched in the welcoming sunshine,

The angel’s envy of my contentment.

From it’s deep sanctuary, I hear the lonesome

Wolf cryin’,

I feel the dew dryin’

Off their golden leaves.

My hands feel the

roughness of the earth’s stones

as hard as gems.

I feel the harmony of the wind’s song

Not to be seen but felt.

The stone walls

Enclose us, protect us,

From devilry lurking

In the darkest night,

Safety with the morning dawn.




 
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