Coffee At Dawn

Coffee at dawn with dew on the lawn And whispering winds in the trees; Stars disappear as morning clears For all the world to see. Rivers flow and cornfields grow In endless waves of gold: Oceans of plenty with dreams of many Awakening, young and old. As cities bustle, toil and tussle Competing for modern success; Children play and preachers pray Everyone is blessed. Those in positions of prestige and power With the rest on the road to the peak Of mountainous places achieved by long races Of running, not always on feet. Tired and weary, wasted and bleary- Eyed from losing ground; New babies born in the midst of storms In this new wide world they’ve found. Filled with flowers in spring and new wedding rings As lovers begin new lives; With licorice and lace while battles take place And people fight wars and die. Down in the shadows where mystery runs deep And light takes flight in all forms; And swan songs sing us out of our sleep With coffee at dawn each morn.