Heavy on the grass, dew bends each blade.
Through a crack my open eyes receive the light.
Heaviness pulls me, and like the narrow leaves I think I might stay curled.
Upright, I pause, find the center, and move slow.
Drawn, vision roves and locks on full spectrum.
Satisfaction, glad song rises within, and I wake to unfailing love.
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.