A slumberous sense of seclusion br As sleep is drifting from my eyes, br I look upon the translucent shade of the morning dew br While I, moving slowly do arise. br br Watching the rain dripping from the eaves br Silhouetted in gold from the rising sun, br My mind gradually awakening br Now a new day has begun. br br Through dimly, dancing dawns first light, br With sound of the rains chime, br The horizon still not clear br Just sweet thoughts of a shadowy time. br br A light gust of wind gently lifts br The dead and dying leaves br Settling softly upon the ground br As light as the morning breeze. br br The suns light a smile of gold br On the landscapes new days light, br Now stand and look at the rainbow br A gorgeous scene for mortal sight..