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Tjaard May 2020
As swaths of life creep into the dozing sky
The cry of dawn cuts through the tranquil veil
The birds, as one, announce the nascent day
And praise the world that hasn’t yet awoken

Praise be given to the champions of the dawn
If not for them the new day may not come
And if it did I would cry a thousand tears
For the loss of my dearest escorts of the sun

— The End —