I once knew a man who rose at dawn.
Inspirational, he was, kindling fires of purpose in the
hearts of young men.
Striking fear in his foes, and comfort in his kin.
Strong he was, the man who rose at dawn.

Many have wondered who he was and where he had come from,
and whether it was he who rose at dawn, or had dawn rose to greet him.

Without fear or trepidation he rose at dawn,
welcoming the beginning of each day with a song.

We ought to asks ourselves where he is, the man who rises at dawn.
We ought to reach the deepest chambers of our hearts and wonder,
are we the man who rises at dawn.