Morning... early morning...
The day is tender in its youth.
The fluffy clouds gingerly expose a golden blossom...
Opening up... slowly, shyly...
Its thin, wide petals stretch so very far...
They seem to take up the entire sky...
And from each one, an amber dew quietly drips into the ocean,
Spreading across the water like golden glitter.
Shines the ocean, shines the sky,
Both caught up in this gentle flame...

The flaming blossom has divided me up,
Laying my dark side in a flat, gray silhouette
On the ground along my feet...
Giving my soul the freedom to take in
The pure light of a maiden day.
I welcome it...