They raise up their hands
To the sky and the light
To welcome the morning
The birth of new life
They never ask when
Their turn is to shine
Their arms wide open
To celebrate life
They stretch and they turn
To catch the right view
As the sun moves along
They slowly pursue her
It’s a simple dance
To a simple song
Nothing special …
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