The Audio Version

A spray of lace draped across the morning grass

Gives way before the hand of sunlight’s touch

The air is graced with the harmonies of angels

Madrigals sung at the dawning of the day

Bestowing benisons of grace to all

Who stand face up to receive them

And bring peace to troubled hearts

With hope for the coming day.

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