Upon the pink fringe of its rise
The birds they fly above
Heard are their cries
The trees close together in a glove
The sky now a faint pink, purple, blue
The sun stretching beyond the hills
The green grass glows with dew
The heat sends away the night chill
The moon dying in the light
The clouds change from black
Reappearing snow white
The sun's radiance seeping into every crack
Leaving the shadows as a path