Early morning in the grass
As we hold hands and wondrously gaze
Into the eyes of each other I ask,
In the grass,
Why is there something instead oh! of nothing?
To be or not to be is a meaningless question
To ask,
Then covered in a golden splendor
While placing your sunlit hand
Over my beating heart you answer,
You answer,

Let us lay upon the grass
And let the new day dawn
As the chariot of the towering sun,
The sun comes,
Drawn by two horses pulling in tandem,
Bethlehem and Athens thundering together,
Together,
Then covered in a golden splendor
While placing your sunlit hand
Over my beating heart we enter,
We enter

Into the dawn of the towering sun
Where our father becomes a friend our brother,
A brother,
Through the transformation oh! of power
Awakening the sunflower of our thoughts,
The flower,
Then covered in a golden splendor
While placing your sunlit hand
Over my beating heart
We become the answer,
The answer

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