The Dawn

The Dawn The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates Chasing darkness back behind his gates Where, displaced, he will a while reside Forced to retreat before the crimson tide That creeps across the land until she frees All from the night, she moves by sure degrees The orange glimmer runs to thinnest blue And on to black with ever changing hue The heavens bow, the stars they disappear One by one, until the sky is clear The golden dome erupts and light she spreads To encourage all to leave their beds The moon decides it’s time to slink away Out shone by mornings colour filled array The welcome lamp arrives to please the trees The creatures of the day, the flowers, bees The birds awake and then begin to raise In raptures to her glory, songs of praise Once more the spectre of eternal night She breaks and gives the Earth her wondrous light Then man knows best his insignificance Looks on in awe at her magnificence Alone he stands upon this modest hill And prays she comes each day And always will.