Faint lights creeping out of the dark
as the cool air passes, the plants arch
their leaves, moistened from dewdrops.
A rooster crows to signal a morning that starts,
and one by one the stars quietly depart.
The moon gently fades and sunrays spark,
turning a purple sky slowly to a light blue.
The sun rises higher to show varied hues
and sounds of life begin, getting louder
as creatures awaken to a morn; to prepare,
to face yet a day full of promise;
but first, to welcome life, a morning’s gift.