Sing softly avian friends, the warmth of new life near at hand.
The sun hung low in the eastern sky and haloed in golden glory rises,
Setting into motion creation's infinite daily story.
Once quiet and still the air stirs with motion at the touch of the dawn
The world is reborn, from the night's deepest pitch, as light permeates the land.
Folk are awakened slowly as senses become aroused by light and by sound,
For sleep is banished by the perfume of blooms as gentle light replaces the murky shadow.
A new hope for human kind, arises with the sun
A new life, for the tablet is made blank, new choices can be made
A New chance to amend old wrongs with love and joyful song
This break of day, this dawn of rebirth, has value beyond wealth's rewards
It asks no pay, its only cost a call to love and peace
So keep the faith and listen close to reap the glorious gift
Written by Mark Day 4-25-2011 copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
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