Shimmers splendent merge, laden tendrils waver
Descending drops of water disperse in lucid layer
smile spread over rainbow sky 
Refracted in the raindrops crying eye
They fall away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are shown
In the play of moments moving lightly
On the grounds of morning's blooming down

Every hour of every day, every leaf on every tree
Each expression borne of every thought
sudden joy swarmed to a heart 
with open arms reaching out
Through time to set a place for the unthought
On that day the [bad word] is inviting
With chime, ceremony and good cheer
In the play of moments moving lightly
To the sounds of morning breaking clear

Here the naked child among the others 'neath the sun
Some [bad word] forward like snakes
Some stood upwise and erect
Some stiffened, taut, virginal and prim
Some bent dead in curves graceful and thin
They grow away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are seen
In the play of moments moving lightly 
On the bounds of Morning's Waking Dream