The Quiet in the Morning

Just before the sun breaks,
The crickets finally sleep.
Just before the sun wakes,
The silence they do keep.

The colors of great dreams, they die;
Instead they fill the morning sky.
First pinks then blues, a pastel yellow,
Illuminates the peacefull meadow.

Triumphant is the new day’s sun.
Yet peaceful, silent, does it come.
The bright light from its morning rays,
Reminds us that now are better days.

So wipe the sleep out,
And open your eyes.
Outside, look about!
Beautiful morning skies.

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