ANDREW BLAKEMORE - Aurora

Aurora the dawning
The beautiful morning
As sun gently shines through the trees,
The clouds lit with gold
And their colours unfold
As they sail through the air on the breeze.

As darkness is ending
The sun is ascending
And casting its light on the land,
What greatness I see
As the day comes to be
And I capture the scene in my hand.

As the birds start to sing
A sweet joy they do bring
To the dawn and its marvellous show,
As I look on this day
And its wondrous display
Where my dreams shall eternally flow.

Aurora the dawning
The beautiful morning
As shadows are lit by the sun,
The chorus of pleasure
I witness this treasure
As now the new day has begun.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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