Morning

Dawn breaks, wakes the sky,

Makes the world shine pink and dry. 

The bleak night’s bite grows weak

As trembling trees begin to speak. 

Rush away, rippling creek. 

In lush light, don’t be so meek. 

In hallowed woods would ye be followed

Til by your roar would we be swallowed. 

Away, away fly birds today. 

I’ll follow them one day, I pray.