See the darkness disappear
To dawn
Light spreads in the glimmer
Of morn

In yellows and reds as a
Painters brush
While all around the air waits
In a hush

For the chorus of a
Thousand voices
God's birds that sing in
Praise rejoices.

Words to whisper out
Of the blue
As to see every shade
Of hue

Wonders of the nature
In this new day
To witness such is all
I can say.

Joyce Gale © 2007
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