There is hope in the morning
Even before the sunrise
Waiting underneath the dew
Like the What Is It? from Heaven
To be gathered
As much as one would like
Until it has melted with
The heat of the day.
And thus turns hope again
To the new morning.
For the Darkness came first
And then the Light
And there was evening
And there was morning
The first day.
And to this day
The weeping may tarry for the night
But joy comes with the morning.
