Inviting the Sun Up
Facing the East Gate
Words of invitation echo upon the beating drum
And the clouds turn red
With a rainbow completing our Circle.
Fish surface in the glassy lake
As Osprey eyes his breakfast
And a song is sung to welcome the sun
Into this new and wonderful day.
With sleepy eyes but teary eyes
We shiver with the morning's dew
And we whisper under our breath and pray.
--Owl
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Facing the East Gate
Words of invitation echo upon the beating drum
And the clouds turn red
With a rainbow completing our Circle.
Fish surface in the glassy lake
As Osprey eyes his breakfast
And a song is sung to welcome the sun
Into this new and wonderful day.
With sleepy eyes but teary eyes
We shiver with the morning's dew
And we whisper under our breath and pray.
--Owl
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