I have yet to see a lovelier thing
Than the break of day in the heart of spring…
When the dew on waking fields gleam
Like the fairy sparkles of a fading dream.
Catching the moment that night and day kissed,
Framed in the softness of the morning mist.
Than the break of day in the heart of spring…
When the dew on waking fields gleam
Like the fairy sparkles of a fading dream.
Catching the moment that night and day kissed,
Framed in the softness of the morning mist.
Obviously sunrise
07 20 2000
