Now the stars have faded 

through the morning chill,

and the sun is climbing like storm

as the water crashes once more on the land.

Tree through tree the forest

takes the golden glow of the blinding sun.

I sit on the dock as the breeze whistles

seeing all the nature has for the world.

Rock by rock the tide

drifts all the pebbles slowly into the the misty blue water, 

as if the lake is leaving only but pleasure 

for stone skipping all day.

I witness the glory 

that day has come once more

earth has not anything to share more special

my fresh eyes are awake now by nature's glow.