Ode To Dawn

As Dawn , awakens , from its slumber , her golden arms , reach out to caress another day . Arising , it embraces you , envelops , and gentily warms . Those soft tenderils , of light , filtering , through nights cloak , each , piercing , the dark veil , onwards , she must sail, reaching across the oceans , the mountains , and the plain, to invite ,another day , with a radiance , a brightness , an omnipotent presence , and source of alightness. Birds begin to sing there song of morn , as the gentle breeze arouses , natures canvas , the wild flowers , for us to adorn. A filament of light , catches the dew , hanging , sleepily in the web, glisstening , with , brilliance and lustre , heavens joy , manifest . On it reaches , gleaming its path , through all our earths , domains. This wonderous , affermation of beauty and admiration , is not really , an amazing surprise, all we need do , is rise early , one morning , and watch a sunrise. Clement Hardy.