Written by Adam M. Snow
Over the hills, I wait for thee;
the sunlight beam of dusk.
Yet a silent to provoke me,
yonder with the morning musk.
Yet profound by a morning sound;
the wind-chimed birds.
A beauty to be found,
within nature's morning words.
With the aura of a newborn day;
an outstretched colors, vibrant hues,
painted like the month of May.
I wait for thee, O sun; light my day.
Let flowers blossom, with fragrance great;
with beauty so awe it beckons my fate.
Well beckons to me, the soon setting sun-
denoted the start of night marks the end of day.
Showering me with beauty outdone,
like the birth of May.
With the grace of God, does your beauty shine.
A proof of my existence, a fairy tale dream-
to taste life ajar, a nectar of wine
and sample the melody of the sunlight’s gleam.