Another day rising,
the morning dew
first rays of light spiraling through;
the colors of a rainbow
and yet strange mourning glory is all I can feel these days
rays of light spiraling through; spiraling through
the blossom on the tree
holding life within, (but none)
take the time to see
how life unfolds this time of year
reflecting the good that’s left within
rays of light spiraling through; spiraling through
cycles of life, unfolding like the seasons
life and death, both part of the great unknown
so close if we take the time to see
what’s within.
rays of light spiraling through, spiraling through