Of the dawn...

When the dew drops shine as white pearls;
and the mist starts to rise in swirls;
When the early bird gets the worm;
When the wind blows gently on the berm;
When the darkness strives, but the light wins;
That is when the day begins.
When the rousing of household finally starts;
When their is a feeling of warmth in every heart;
When the cold is dispelled and warmth starts to grow;
When the sun peeks from the top of hedgerow;
When the deep blue sky finally blushes to pink;
That is when the day begins.
When the cool air freshens the mind and soul;
When life begins anew as a whole;
When the dread of the night does depart;
When the countryside looks like a work of art;
When the little child wakes up and blinks;
That is when the day begins.