Dawn
Dawn
comes silently,
The
rising sun in tow;
Darkness
knows her time is up,
She
packs to leave and go.
I’m unaware of his arrival,
My slumber’ng pleasure reigns;
Slowly my eyes behold his vision,
My body fatigue feigns.
The
early rays of sunlight,
Are difficult to behold;
Remnants
of sleep upon me heavy rest,
But dawn undoes their
hold.
He’s the connection between night and day,
His role seems unimportant and small;
But without his coming the rooster,
Would never crow at all.
He
gently urges me to rise,
The
new day before me to face;
He
only stays a little while,
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