Morning light
What is love?
What is pure?
On top of a tree
On a hill, in spring
Has the strength of an arm
The olive in her peak
From the pain runaway
Though she’s light
Though she’s bright
In the darkness of a night
She appears, and bright eyes
Look around, ‘till it’s time
Now is when
She has dreamt
To behold land and sea
To go far and beyond
Of the sights of the dreams
And the mornings to come
By the wish of the sun
She will come
She will come
She will make wonders live
By Marcial Vargas
Photo also taken by Marcial Vargas
