Dawn Praise - Re-Posted

The golden light of dawn is nigh,
The quick birds, on the wing,
Are brushing just above the waves
Where wispy mists still cling.
As morning wakes to greet the dawn
The murmur of the gull
Ripples softly across the breeze
While sleepy waters lull.
And there, below the rising sun,
Where peaceful waters flow,
The morning sings its praise to God
Within the golden glow.