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The day is dawning.

The night is fading.

The Pigeons find their route.

Sounds detected.

Light reflected.

Dust still floats about.

The flowers bloom.

And storm clouds loom.

Children still like to shout.

The wicked hate.

The righteous wait.

The wise still shed their doubt.

What goes up comes down.

The worm’s still brown.

Some rivers still have trout.

The Lord retains.

And yet restrains.

His Glory I will tout.