Golden Morning - Dr. Partha Protim Banerjee Poem by Dr Partha Protim Banerjee

The night steps back, the darkness fades,
The stars bow down, the moon cascades,
A breath of gold breaks through the hill,
The world wakes up, so soft, so still.

Rise, oh sun, rise slow and bright,
Paint the sky with morning light,
Touch the rivers, touch the dew,
Tell the world the day is new.

The birds call out before I do,
The flowers open, kissed by dew,
The shadows run from east to west,
As morning light reclaims the rest.

Rise, oh sun, rise slow and bright,
Paint the sky with morning light,
Touch the rivers, touch the dew,
Tell the world the day is new.

The farmer walks his quiet field,
The sleepy earth begins to yield,
A child laughs at the golden glow,
And all the wounds of midnight go.

Rise, oh sun, rise slow and bright,
Paint the sky with morning light,
Touch the rivers, touch the dew,
Tell the world the day is new.

So rise with me, oh gentle sun,
Remind me all is not undone,
That every dark must find its end,
And broken hearts begin to mend.

Rise, oh sun, rise slow and bright,
Paint the sky with morning light,
Touch the rivers, touch the dew,
Tell the world the day is new.