To hte likeness of the dawn
Peering anew, shadows cast
Absorbed with light, thigs of nature
At every sight
Matured and understood from others
Beginnings,
Innocence glimmerings, some with fright
Curiously apprehensive, some wonders
Do - not all common, is thier directions
As all shadows cast, move as the sun
Which in as new of a day
Enlightened who's reasons are beacond
Like the birds that fly to sing,
People too are destined by thier hearts
For one's joy to bring.
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