The softness of dawn

The softness of dawn

How long has it been

you don’t wake up early in the morning

to see the dawn and the sunrise

jumping from your bed, light and eager like ever

taking a soft jacket and going out in the dewy freshness

of a morning that has not yet risen

walking among the grass and the trees

that slowly awaken to their colors

and hearing the bird sing the first song of the day

their first prayer to the sun and the cloud and to the god that has created them

oh beautiful, beautiful morning, we are so glad to be alive and to witness it all