Daybreak

Night canvas folds itself curling within
Stars dim turning their switches off therein

Fingers of darkness too lighten insipidly fading away
Moon retreats to sleep soundly giving in to another day

Streetlamps, lonely sentinels of concrete jungles
Turn off one by one in precision without rumbles

Owls and bats now silently go to rest as the night
Creeps away gently heralding the onset of daylight

Birds go about their business all chirruping in unison
Street traffic gains momentum as sounds of life beckon

The horizon as always defines a distinctively alluring sky
Where crisscross streaks of orange gold fingers playfully ply

The golden round disc of the sun makes a showing once again
Spilling shimmering orange golden reflections in flowing ocean

The bright blue sky appears lively with planes and flocking birds
All intent on reaching somewhere before turning back homewards

Church bells and temple and mosques all open their welcoming doors
Inviting all the laity, saints and sinners as them the god equally adores

Springy step and day’s challenges to be met head on, resolves we make
It is after all the dawning of another exciting new challenging daybreak

 

 A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day’s unity.
Charles Ives American, Composer Quotes

If your efforts are sometimes greeted with indifference, don’t lose heart. The sun puts on a wonderful show at daybreak, yet most of the people in the audience go on sleeping.
Ada Teixeira

 

It is well to be up before daybreak, for such habits contribute to health, wealth, and wisdom.–Aristotle  BC 384-322, Greek Philosopher

one of my favorite songs by Cat Stevens
(his voice and music is awesome)

Morning Has Broken- by Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

 

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