Ode To Morn Poem by john tiong chunghoo

dawn has woken up
throwing its coat of arms
across our beds and nudges
each of us to come out of
slumberland with its fingers of light

it has started to clear a blackboard
of stars and moon so that they
go hiding under its bossom to take
refuge in the glory of a new day

the moon tired after a night
of sentinel work is showing
her palid face as dawn slowly
walks her out of her place of work

the birds up the volume
of their sweet takes, adagio
that heralds the crescendo
of a new day, icing icream over dawn
as light and warmth twirl and swirl to us
all the way from the bossom of the sun

the cool air like a friend seeks
our mind and heart to refresh
so that they radiate charm
and help us ride into another day
with new vigour and vitality, honey
and apple in a glass of juice

nothing in the day gives as much
splendour and promises as morn
rejuvenating tonic of a mountain spring
the sun slowly rises onto its stage
with full respect to give each and every
character a reason to shine and smile