The dawn she breaks, so calm and still,
Her wispy breath, the morning chill,
The morning dew, the land she’s kissed,
Her soft perfume, the swirling mist.

The birds all sing her playful tune,
To lift the fading night times gloom,
Her daily role, to ease our way,
As we prepare to face our day.

Her task begins, as the sun shall rise,
To force his way into our eyes,
Her daily chores, to her no bind,
As we begin our daily grind.

Her task complete, she greets the morn,
As we still struggle, that stifled yawn,
She fades away, as day grows bright,
Until tomorrow, to replace the night.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013