The Dawn blushes as she arouses the Night Sky
As she did the idle day before
All night suppressing her love for him unable to withhold herself
She offers the creations, hoping his eyes will glisten stars
She reveals the virginal emerging dew on the skirting strands of grass
She gathers an array of winged creatures and pleads, please for their chants and chirps

Roots are saluting the earth (pause) -what verve! - asking for Divinity's trust
The symbiotic bond of each of the conceptions draws an aura and a ray from the splitting sun
Meanwhile, the Dawn and the Night Sky watch the ongoing illuminations of Ville-Marie radiating the possibility of redemption
The tranquility of the world pleases him and the Dawn becomes brighter
Broadcasting the Saint Lawrence enveloping her inhabitants with intoxicating juices, hers

Serene faces transform themselves into animations/animotions
Quick thinking toil to do
Roads that seemed so large and spacious,
Are now tight and locked with monstrous cars
Workers are starting another day
They resign themselves to their cycle,
Resolve to work harder, think faster than the day before.

The bipolar nature of the city abandons hours tranquil nature
Appalled, the paling Night Sky flees from the painful reality of cities resurrection
Disenchantment with the debris Dawn exposes
Vanishing from their objectivity and misperceptions
While Dawn vows to woo him in the next visitation
For in her dreams, she will lure Night Sky's inure dawning
Bettering their beleaguered son.