Mornings Light c. 4-3-2016--Rendo
When the mornings music breaks the night,
Sending sleeping birds into flight,
'Tis then, dark clouds dance beneath the moon,
And all know, it will be daylight soon.
But, the summer sky holds firm,
Refusing to allow in the mornings light.
Until the dew finishes covering the meadows,
With miniature rainbows, colors bright.
Soon the heavens, themselves awake!
As God pulls up the awaiting few.
That once dwelled in the nearby village,
not to be known, by me or, you.
But the sky still refuses to allow in the sun.
Until, with great effort, it pushes its way
downward, through the clouds light runs,
To prepare us all for the coming day.
Soon, children awake to sounds nearby,
Made by small birds snapping their beaks;
Flying high up, to grab flies from the sky,
To feed to their young in nests where they squeak.
Thus, another day begins.