A stagnant world in transition you live in
as started this very day
no matter where you are or where you live
no matter how much you have
or even how much you give
pleasant welcomes in every way
with new responsibility
soon dawn the new day
but before first light dents the old night sky
blending all darkness
the slightest bit lighter
this first morning light so brave of a fighter
to bring out new day in our waiting eyes
given this gift without question
given this chance without doubt
but new day can’t be born
till the old night dies
and turns down a more distant route
As the mere light of a candle
is disburst through the heavens
and thank for this light
which’ll soon bring new day
the power and might of each one of the sevens
First and foremost, the glorious mist
slowly bonding with all
throughout the dense night
all being well kissed
still so long before light
a mmmuh to you, and to you
and to all she will give
relax…it won’t hurt
she’d say if she could
and call her a flirt, if anyone would
but a call this precious doesn’t need
for come on her own
and she cometh indeed
with arms agape and heart so pure
to the dry night air she brings her cure
and when she’s done
the base for morning is sown
Soon diligent crickets who chirp through night
brought quiet by sweet morning dew
though not a ray has yet peeped
from the soon coming sun
the battle for morning
is far from being won
when each it’s own blade of grass
it starts to chew
and thus their job chirping is done
Now passed on to their waking friends
birds of all feathers, species, and trends
changing shifts before the break of dawn
as new chirps are descending from the trees
the way they once rose from the lawn
.a most excited bunch by their sound
for the most obvious reason of all
with a very important job they are bound
so it’s an exciting day they bring round
as the break of day moves closer
it still hangs just out of reach
with the sky again, just the slightest bit lighter
it turns from black to dark blue as they preach
Forth someplace quiet far away
exactly where, no one can say
for important is not where or how
but that a patient rooster without a name
steps up on a rooftop and takes a bow
and then crows as if it were aflame
without an ounce of shame
or the least tad bit of sorrow
it yaks and clucks as if there’d be no tomorrow
singing so loudly and proudly
it’s heard from so very far
as if yelling and screaming
at that last twinkling star
telling it what they both know
that no matter how much we loved the show
it’s time has now come, and it must go
to twinkle it’s last twink goodbye
and turn invisible to your naked eye
be back tomorrow…don’t miss me…don’t cry
Then a sleeping child rolls over
enveloped in the sweetest of dreams
fists clutching at his wrinkled sheets
ready to tear at the seams
dreaming of the coming day
excited to soon be awake
with his future ahead
wish his thrill in your head
this one boy’s hope is all it will take
this one boys hope is all it will take
for the last holds of darkness to break
And a look outside
at an opening flower
the last of the team
adds it’s own magic power
as a dew drop on it’s leaf starts to gleam
sun struck with today’s first bright beam