Break Of Day Poem by Mark Walters

As newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of grey night
And shadows put sunbeams to flight

All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat

A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
And props on hind legs in the wind

Bowing lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he's found
As it was imparted him
More precious than the rarest gem


For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature's children though they're wild
Live God's plan though meek and mild


And so should we as each day's given
Cause it just might be the last we're livin.