Sweet morning dew clings,

Sweet Morning birds sing,

The sky is alight,

Melting away the silent night...

Stark grey skies,

The seagull cries,

Waves crashing down,

The sun begins his journey to the ground...

The Serene owl calls,

Tranquil Night falls.

The Curtain of stars is drawn,

The deepest dark before dawn.

Sometimes I can't believe my eyes,

To witness such beauty,

As these Sweet Skies.