Dawn

The dew will drip, birds will chirp,
The land will come alive.
The Aureliana, Aerinewild,
Hum in pleasant noise.

Ourania's rays slowly fade from sight,
A calmness that is still there.
Her wispy hair in the night,
The moon's gaze is quite fair.

Lady Sol removes the night,
In Her gaze are we laid bare.
Her rays permeate the realm,
As other birds take flight.

Lady Demeter's Forest is lit,
Her Grove glowing in green.
The comforting sound of Her Forest now,
Is comforting as it may have seen.

Across the land the world wakes,
People singing Their Praise.
The Green Lady's Forest is alive,
As the day is ablaze.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 346 AF.