Meghan E. Stacy - Genesis lyrics

She wakes each morning In those tender moments foregoing the sun's ascension, When the low, humble glow of dawn light Trickles into the world. The sapling and the sprawling oak; The weathered, white-washed fence; Widespread weeds and unruly blades of gra**: They are all unspoiled, newly-born of the darkness. Beseeched and implored from the night's womb By the distant screech of a sole crow, The rousing and squawking of young squirrels in nests. The world is wide-eyed and guileless, Waiting patiently for the tarnish of time-pa**. She too remains free from stain and soil. The day has yet to recognize its own nakedness And hide in shame under a ponderous, sober cloak. She imagines that it is always morning on the earth inherited by the righteous.