An arc of morn-birds revel along a ribbon <br />That swirls across the fading dark blue. <br />In the soundless autumn sky <br />That is forever falling on the dew. <br /> <br />The carillon of sweet lute-birds <br />Begin to eddy into the shrouds, <br />On a floating island, <br />With a river cascading into the clouds. <br /> <br />With all our troubles and hardships, <br />Let us give this sweet sunset room. <br />This is a new hour, a new day, <br />And this ascent can dispel the gloom.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-an-ascent/
