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