The poem portrays Easter morning as a time of divine victory and renewal. It begins with dawn illuminating the landscape—cypress trees and earth—marking the end of night’s hold. A sparrow’s song rises, and a lily pushes through the soil, symbolizing resurrection and a kept promise. Light triumphs over darkness, the tomb powerless against the sun’s ascent, observed by quiet pines. A brook flows vibrantly, its waters echoing love and grace. The poem closes with the stone cast aside, death overcome, and life reaffirmed, as nature and the soul unite in celebration of the risen presence.

The dawn ignites the cypress spire,
A flame of gold, a silent choir,
Where once the night held heavy reign,
The earth shakes free its ancient chain.

The sparrow lifts its fragile tune,
Above the tomb, beneath the moon,
And through the sod, where shadows slept,
A lily breaks, a vow is kept.

No shroud can hold the morning’s might,
No cavern dims this boundless light,
The pines stand witness, tall and still,
To grace that bends the eternal will.

The brook runs bright with melted snow,
A living vein through all that grow,
And in its song, the heart can trace
The pulse of love, the soul’s embrace.

For on this morn, the stone’s undone,
The grave outshone by rising sun,
Through wood and field, the whisper spreads—
Life reigns where once was death’s own tread.

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