First Light
Those who rise early see not just first light.
They see each plant and leaf embrace the sun.
Light bids each new green sprout to stand upright,
until sun's task of bold, bright work is done.
We till the fertile soils and plant new seed,
in hopes with light and water, one by one,
they'll yield good fruit as autumn days recede,
when harvesting and storing must be done.
The richness of our seasons can be seen,
when bins are filled with bounty from the earth.
This providence means life through seasons lean,
and those who meet first light provide this worth.
Endure the seasons known for wind and chill,
then greet the warm, spring light and know its thrill.
First Light
11-16-14
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