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!
Copyright © Steven Mwakatundu | Year Posted 2024
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