The Harbinger Of Dawn Poem by Terry Dawson

The harbinger of dawn up high
Sings his sweet, liquid notes
As it grows light in eastern sky
At the new day's approach.
Those soothing sounds that calm a man
Bring balance as they should
And speak of nature's wondrous plan
To temper harm with good.

The farmer awakens from his dreams;
To that heuglin's dulcet sound
And follows yet his nocturnal themes
Where fields of plenty abound;
For who emerging from sleep's domain
To robin's matchless song
Could be downcast, much less refrain
From optimism strong?

Now nature knows the ancient ways,
Holism is her key
Should farmers heed them all their days
Then certain it would be
That fair part yields to each the earth
With jeopardy to none:
The globe spins on; life, death, rebirth
To each its piece of sun.