Lonely road traveled before dawn; few souls on the path;
Fine air around the whiteness of the scene, a beauty to behold;
Trembling limbs cry for warmth but no sun to be seen,
Morning mist welcomes all with kindness, with mystery.
Thus, like a sheet of satin it holds those, who venture through,
Fresh beginning of a day, eyes for something new;
Excitement crawls out the skin and into the light,
The morning souls have been baptized.