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This scene was seen from an airplane taking off.

Yin-Yang in the sky,
Where day meets night.
Tentative birds poke their heads out.
Wondering at the beautiful Dawn:
     Herald of the Morning.

Dawn sings out to the hibernating populace:
"Wake! Morning is coming! Bow in its splendour, open the floodgates and let the flood that is morning come crashing in! Bathe yourself in this purest of air: that which has been graced by the stars."

Dimly the Populace raise their heads
Glancing at this new form of intrusion that is the sun.
They mumble it away, until is is but a mere annoyance high in the sky.

But alas! That Beauty, which is Dawn, has lied to us this day.
The Eye has not opened this morning.
It has stayed hidden behind its grey dull eyelid.
The Populace curses the eyelid
     More vehemently than they cursed the Eye.

Dawn heralds the Eye.
Nothing will stop either of them.
Not the grumblings, the mumblings, nor the Silence.
No. Dawn carries out the same ritual as ever.