The rising sun
This gift of life
Each day is spun
I hear your footsteps
In my mind
Your gift of peace
Such joy to find
Silent mornings
In my arms
Your gift of love
Brings me calm
I see you pray
You alone
Your gift of time
Carved in stone
My window faces
The setting sun
Your gift of words
Awoken, simply fun
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