The sun comes a-dancing
On awesome Easter Morn
It dances up the milky-way
The tomb is empty, my soul's reborn.
The sun comes a-dancing
Early on Easter Morn
Butterflies and birds and bees
All know the tomb is now torn.
The Sun comes a-dancing
On awesome Easter Morn
Inside my soul is dancing with it
Because it is divinely now reborn.
2010 by DRR
Member Academy of American Poets
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