The sun rose quietly on a sleeping world,
soundlessly waking the sky
and stroking the sea to life in golden silence.
Censured gulls stir and cry in dawn touched roosts,
breaking the promise of light born in peace
by celebrating in song.
Blue and white bells dance in the lightest breeze,
their faces smiling in the morning glow,
reflecting the joy of a perfect Spring.
Down the cliffside, sunlight tumbles,
over thrift and campion, lichen and samphire,
settling in gleaming glory where sea caresses fallen rock.
The sun has risen on a sleeping world.
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