path of the morning sun (poem)

Smiling mist in midst of clouds;
A gaze betwixt the gallant rays;
Unseen wings flutters with mute;
Mild heat with it upon ozone;
Like a trek, slowly a trudge;
After cock-crows, appears with chants;
We all yawn and rise;
To the path of the morning sun;

By:
Johnnygan (Beryl Ace)