Day Rise
The sun rises
the stars give way
The dew glistens
on the meadow, in the hay
Lovers posed, still
in each others' arms
Tenderly mothers gaze, at
at babe's resting charms
'Till factory whistles blow
machines fire up
As our planet reaches
for its coffee cup
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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