While the blood and gilt and roses sing
While the pale orb howls goodbye
While the canvas awakens; Mother flings
Whispers of warmth into the sky.
While the shadows forge and hum a tune
That follow as you go by
Winds gnash loudly and cheer and croon
Shouts of courage, and a cooling sigh.
While shuffling shifts in timber rouses three strays
The houses are lone and quiet.
The silence and eeriness call to the haze
That hugs the peaks: compliant.
A buzz and two twitters,
A chirp and three tweets
A croak of silence
While a stirring bush bleats
Forthwith a thousand creatures yawn and revive
The crack of day is truly a miracle!
A thousand creatures escape their hive
While the houses are still soft and mystical
The painted azure is gentle and placid
Purring pink shades and blue hued lullabies
The freezing warmth’s tenderness is tacit
And light is shrill yet suave and wise
After a while, crunching footsteps chip the dawn
And Mother is finally hearty and dun
After a while, birds stop singing and honks are born
And traffic is blaring while animals run
While the laughs and cries are heard by all
While the sky is a prize for the eyes
The winds are softer and rise and fall
With the buzzing of bees and fleas and flies
Hear the kiss of morning, hear the fallen moon
Hear the beauty of dawn, hear and not shun
Just stop for a minute before it turns noon
Oh, the sounds of the rising sun!