The orchestra begins to tune
As the Conductor raps his baton
A sign of departure to the moon
In a glance the night will be gone

The first rays of light begin to warm
As dawn creeps down the mountain
The sound of a song flows & forms
Running water through a fountain

Penetrating beams of brilliance
Are invading the frozen ground
The melody rolls into a dance
The whisper to a wall of sound

The Conductor guides the music
As the daylight quickly appears
A silent flood so harmonic
The finale soon will be here

On the horizon appears a glow
A bow and the symphony has ceased
With a surge of quaint bravado
The radiant star of the east

The Conductor nods His approval
His duty now has been done
With a smile of accomplishment
He welcomes the rising sun


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