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Every morning is the sun's light,

Guiding me till I meet the moonlight.

Clouds over my head are dark and gray,

Yet from this path I will not stray.

Swinging shadows dance on the floor,

Escaping the heat they want no more.

The East Wind breathes softly on my face,

Whispering secrets into space.

Like the web a spider has spun,

I'm stretching my arms to meet the sun.

Feeling the energy of the tree,

Allowing God to set me free.