Daybreak Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

I stand, shoes sodden with the dew
And greet the first faint glow of light.
The sky fills with the spreading hue
Of day replacing night.

Then birds leave roosts and start to sing
To tell the world that it should wake,
And shout their song of early spring
To reinforce daybreak.

Thin mist hangs low from gentle Dawn
And blankets fields and feet of trees.
A favourite time is infant morn
To treasure sights as these.