Morning Song

Outside my window, underneath an eave, nestlings chirr, greeting the new dawn Sleepy eyes begin to open, seeking, much to do now that dark of night is gone The Keeper of the Stars is gathering her children onto a cloud where they loll. Dawn is stretching her fingers out, pulling light out of golden tresses, letting them fall Dew is spun into rainbows, clouds, stacked in a corner of the sky where they wait Triumphant and with her greatest glory, Dawn makes her entrance a little bit late The moment when everything is brand new, we are given chalkboards, blank of mistakes, empty of regret, no sorrows linger Faith in living is all life takes