The soft tendrils of morning
reached tenderly
towards the starred sky,
groping through the darkness
the light pushed on silently.
A will-o-wisp fire smoke
danced upon the dawn,
sweet plants opened dewy eyes
amongst a fragrant lawn.
The hushed spirit
soared through the trees
gently whispering and murmuring life
into creation slumbered in sleep.
The bird rose from the grass,
a dove in complexion
with the smoothest whirring flutter of white
announced the new day -
awake, awake,
Abba is here!
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