When Day Breaks Poem by Audrey Heller

In the wee hours of the morning,
all is quiet and still! All that's
visible, is a little bit of sun,
breaking through, of it's own
free will! This is a very lovely
time and you may hear, the birds
chirping away. In fact, it's a very
peaceful time, I would say! When
day finally breaks, everybody's
going about their business and
it's not, peaceful anymore. There's
so much rushing around, before
they get ready, say goodbye and are
out, the door! Then night time falls!
It's the end of a weary day! Everybody's
coming home again, to be with their
loved ones, once more! And so it goes
on like this and it stays the same. For
frankly speaking, aren't we all, caught up,
in that game? ?