Gift of Dawn
From slumber, dawn awakes to unfold,
A new morn; A new story is told
Unveiling the wonder of the first morning:
The cock crows announcing the dawn’s coming
From tree tops, the birds, choral sing
Raising a crescendo, a symphony playing
Flowers, like eager maidens await Sun’s visiting
Butterflies on flowers’ faces kiss-greeting
Squirrels hip-hop tree to tree
Expressing their daybreak-glee
Glittering dew drops at the tips of leaves;
The cool fresh air, nature breathes
Sun majestically appears over the horizon
Presenting the gift of the day with a reason
Orchestrating nature’s wake-up call,
Sun’s rays embrace: nature’s enthralled
Like Eden’s first morning!
A gift for man’s rejoicing!
O’ what precious gift of dawn
O’ what a start, refreshing morn
A gift, for man’s recreation!
O’ what creation’s benediction!
Ending each day, praising and thanksgiving
Praying for another dawn, another blessing!
In moments like this, I think
Of the gift of friendship you bring
And count the many blessings
Humbly, I then give God, my thanksgivings.
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