Day Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Brightening the sky till the dawn of a new day
And morning dew won't let beauty fade away
It's crescent or full, but bright is the moon
Up this early, the cocks have new words to say


Moving across the sky, the sun makes its way
Purifying the oil from the ornament of gray
Slowly the rivers flow appreciating the noon
So sweet is the air of life during this midday


The night drags, but it is still far away
Against its dark, happy kids kneel to pray-
That it comes late but not too soon,
But from this wish, the crickets will surely sway


From late moon fall to early moonrise
Let the sun give the grasses strength to arise