I go outside
while it's still dark,
the sun hasn't yet woken.
Everything here's
still cold and stark,
morning hasn't yet broken.

All is quiet,
even the park,
the birds' words yet unspoken.
Nature's serene,
there is no spark,
peacefulness's yet unbroken.

Nothing's there to
have left its mark;
this day's still without tokens.
But, there it is!
The first dog's bark,
morning has finally broken.
                        ~