The Break of Dawn

A few ticks after the break of dawn The night fades and the day yawn Birds chip the morning anthem, my attention is drawn The sky painted in orange, yellow and red "Fair well thee my bed" Its time to reflect for what's ahead A soft breeze brushes against thy skin, Nostrils, treated to a fresh array of air Eyes immersed in the glory of the morning flare Sitting on this swing swinging north and south Contemplating the blueprint for the day From the "fresh-dew thoughts", before the day turns grey The sun is about to shine, its time to make Hay!