My New Day

Birds chant their songs Praying and rejoicing A new day is born. The distant east horizon Makes a golden thread Blessed is the new day. Darkness starts to wane In silence it makes its exit It keeps its lips tight. Sunrise takes over Announcing it's approach Louder by the second. The chill of the morning Pursues the flight of night In its fright it caresses me. It caresses the tress and everything With its cold fingers.......... It must touch what it finds. Birds start their rounds Now that the sunshine shows Life begins its routines. So do I............ With my new day I must strive for the one I love.