Day Light Poem by AHO Speaks

The birds starting to wake and to fly from one home to another
Do the birds recognize a sister or brother?
A scene before even the beginning of man
The birds first inhabited the seas and the land.

Such serene softness and color with the birds in flight
A total oneness in silence and such a beautiful sight.
Out of the silence the white Heron takes one step at a time
Waiting; waiting, saying, 'please le it be mine'.

The color of the sky has shifted from west to east
Birds making their journey going to feast.
I can not see the giver of the color but can only surmise
This is going to be called a 'beautiful sunrise.

There is a hue of a fire that shines upon the face of the sky
But no; this is a color of softness and the beginning of eternal sighs.
Here she comes finally and at last, a third of the fire ball
Then a half, my God; so large and tall.

Then three quarters so immense, beautiful and as one
Truly the most wonderous this earthly sun.
Then to its fullness and my eyes fall down from the sight
The golden eternal star born to give earth its light.

I can look at the river of gold across the water to me
To look at the creation makes me unworthy to see.
It will be a truly glorious day because of this sun
This protector, giver and nourishment from that which is one.

As the white Heron was patient so was I
To see it at the beginning and watch it cross the sky.
Finally to come to its colorful rest
The most beautiful of all creations; fully dressed.