Day

A world of quiet as darkness runs

Stars escape and color comes

Soft breeze feels like a fine cool drink

Dew teases eyes with a light morning wink

Brilliant she rises over the east

Waking the world from great to the least

Driving the singers each from his nest

While chasing the pitch from east to the west

Their songs the reveille greeting the day

Soon lost in the noise as the world has it’s say

Busy not hearing, the world grinds along

Working and playing, ignoring their song

While she travels her circle which no one can stop

And over horizon soon starts to drop

All tire and pause as she fades in the west

And paints a new canvas each moment seems best

The world grows quiet as darkness comes

Stars come out and color runs