Again, they turn
to sigh "Good Light"
as Mother Sun
draws Comfort Night

across the Bed
of drowsy flowers,
sings her songs
of hues and showers

clouds with stars
toward Glitter Dream,
until First Sight,
when all's agleam:

she cascades warmth
- Her Dawning Ways -
as blossoms yawn,
bid, "Raise our days."