Jeanette Ozee Poet I do not know?

Before the Sun

Before the Sun rises, I feel the cool breezes of night
They wrap around me in clean fashion of frills
Cold and moving in twirling soft balls
They roll down in loose bundles from the dark hills

Before the Sun rises, I hear the sweet melodies of the birds
In the dark I can only sense in their direction
They sing in echoes that ride the breezes of night
The chords loom in flows of perfection

Before the Sun rises, I see the edges of the day 
In the sky behind the horizon they creep
Slowly bringing light to the lands where I stand
Such a moment of luminescent brilliance to keep

Before the Sun rises, I smell the sweetness of the damp grasses
Heavy with dew and little cobwebs dripping wet
The country scent dances around my nose tip-toeing
A moistened comfort I feel and I connect

Before the Sun rises, and shines the day on me and reveals
I can eaves drop on Life and be a part
Life doesn’t run away from me just before the Sun rises
Being there, right there brings peace to my heart

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