First Day Rising

{"language":"eng","descriptor":"","text":"[Verse 1]\nSnowmelt running in the curb-cut seam,\nbootprints fading like a half-remembered dream.\nMaple buds crack the gray like code,\nsmall green hands on the avenue road.\n\nBus brakes breathe, and the corner wakes,\npaper cup steam from the bakery shakes.\nKids trace circles in a chalk-blue sky,\npigeons tilt low when the wind walks by.\n\nI watch the world in a patient phase,\nlike a book unopened for a hundred days.\nNow every branch has a pulse, a plan,\na green remark from the unseen hand.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHear that hush turn bright,\nold brown fields get light.\nOne more crack of the shell,\nand the whole block says it well.\n\n[Chorus]\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEarth come back, earth come back\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEvery little thing is back\n\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nCold steps melt to a steady track\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nI can feel the world come back\n\n[Verse 2]\nFire escapes wear moss like a fresh new name,\nrain on the chain-link spells the same old game.\nYet the same old game feels newly cast,\nevery broken thing learning how to last.\n\nCormorants wheel where the river thins,\ntrash bags shine where the morning begins.\nEven the cracks in the sidewalk sing\nof a seed below and a stubborn spring.\n\nI take that cue from the crocus head,\nfrom the redbrick wall and the robin’s tread.\nNothing flashy, nothing grand,\njust a pulse moving through the land.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nHear that hush turn bright,\nold brown fields get light.\nOne more crack of the shell,\nand the whole block says it well.\n\n[Chorus]\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEarth come back, earth come back\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEvery little thing is back\n\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nCold steps melt to a steady track\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nI can feel the world come back\n\n[Bridge]\nNot a miracle shouted loud,\nmore like sunlight moving through a cloud.\nMore like roots in the dark below,\nfinding room where the hard winds blow.\n\nAnd I, too, stand up slow,\nwith a little more green to show.\nNo need for a trumpet blast,\njust this moment, finally asked.\n\n[Chorus]\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEarth come back, earth come back\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nEvery little thing is back\n\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nCold steps melt to a steady track\nFirst day rising, first day rising\nI can feel the world come back"}