Morning sits gray while the soft water whispers
Under dark cover languish silent white boats
Quietly, obedient as a convent of sisters
Still awaiting in hope, still silent afloat
High above, sun tries to outshine the moon
And lonely white sea birds glide patiently by
Hoping the sun will gather warmth soon
Still a darkish blanket covers the sky
Delicate white birds with hundreds of eyes
From far, far away the sun starts it's climb
In row after row their white wings arise
While watching the sky so soft and sublime.
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