Break Of Day Poem by Josh Alfred

Water lily of the garden morn
In sunlight her beauty is born.
Sleeping birds in heaven's nests
Sing their songs in the morning best.
Parting eyes of fawns in dale,
Wake with dawn and flick of tail.
Quivering squirrels from tree home
Peer to the north, where they will roam.
Tree so limber stretches out
In the warmth of the mourning
As the sun does shout.
Its voice the crisp light
Saying to the night,
An eternal farewell.