hour 16 poem

Dawn

Look into the East

the light in sky a feast.

The planets slowly fade,

the stars close their eyes.

The night beast recuses

the night bloomers fade.

 

People often miss

the wonder of the dawn.

Snug in their bed

too tired to rise.

Miss the fresh blooms of morn

the day creatures arise.

 

When people awake

the day has been in motion,

what else will folk miss

as they go through their day.

So caught up in life

and oblivious to nature.

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