The vast and varied tree of life
Is old beyond imagining;
Has felt the pulse of peace and strife;
Has seen both hawk and dove take wing.
Comes the dawn.
The storm drapes dark depressing gloom;
The lightening fells a thousand trees.
Yet morning’s sun and roses bloom.
The fallen trunk is home for bees.
Comes the dawn.
That life is always tearing down
And building up again is true.
The random stupid scowling clown
Tears down and down; will drown in blue.
Comes the dawn.
Awaking from our lumbering sleep;
We’ll put aside deluded dreams
That march us all along like sheep.
We’ll look for facts instead of memes.
Comes the dawn.
The truth will reign o’er stupid games
Like “Who’s got Most” or “Bigger Than!”
Or, “Let’s not Solve but Point False Blames.”
“Believe my Lies, Devoted Fan!”
Comes the dawn.
After torrent, after fire
After storm of fear and hate;
After the end of crooked desire;
After evil’s deathly date —
Comes the dawn.
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