the sun rises
awakens activity
Night to others
a gift each day
Never ceasing to come
What will I do with it?
What pops in my head when
light kisses the darkness?
How can we live without it?
What hope would be stolen
if it never, ever came
We need a new start
The power of a new slate
The freedom to create
The quiet and stillness
Until a bird sings
Warmth infuses energy
Spurting forward, morning
Morning, what else can you bring?
A promise of new news
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