In morrow's light do sombre not,
For thus yonder no sorrow wander,
The sun doth come with joyous wonder,
Until Suns dwell in awe of umbra,
Quietness and empty space,
Become our hearts and souls embrace,
For in our spirits we do encase,
Beauty, balance, the finest tastes,
A sense of soothing our souls do savour,
as they become our strongest saviour,
flavour flourishes within our taper,
The richest sweet craving for flavour,
And I will wager, there are none braver,
As fortune lather in now and not later,
Sewn with labour at the base of the glacier,
The words weaved wisely upon this paper.