Through the mist of the morning, The sun breaks the dark, With rays like warm fingers, Igniting a spark.
The dawn chorus rises, In symphony sweet, Nature’s own melody, Echoes in heartbeat.
- Liselotte Aasmäe
Through the mist of the morning, The sun breaks the dark, With rays like warm fingers, Igniting a spark.
The dawn chorus rises, In symphony sweet, Nature’s own melody, Echoes in heartbeat.