Morning

See morning as she emerges from the east,
Setting the horizon on fire with her red cloak,
The dark night fading away in the west,
Fleeing from her rosy blaze…

Listen as the birds honour her with sweet voices,
While the flightless sound the trumpet to wake the half-dead,
She whispers, her gentle breath making the morning breeze,
Dreamers wakeup to dream again.

Smell her unscented fragrance as she passes by
Rare a scent so pure;
Need not be blended,
Nevertheless chimneys dilute.

At her touch everything comes alive,
Flowers smile,
Frost lifts,
A new day breaks.

She blesses her children with all hope,
One more chance to change,
Another chance to love,
Another day to live.

She grows sweeter by the days,
For he knows his days are numbered,
He smiles on his last day,
For he understands, heaven is
morning