The sun is begging to rise,
I hear the birds many and
different. The chilled air hits
my flesh but is confronting.

An announcement is being hailed,
a new day has arrived go be
well and thrive. Nature has the
secrets to life no doomed songs
do birds sing no flower does
open because of fear.

But man has not learned this
trait of nature yet, they go
about hurring and blind passing
the chance to say I love you
to there mate, or give a greeting
of well being to there neighbor.

They proceed through the day
with no song for life, no joy
to be alive, no-announcement
they our truly blessed. The sun
does set and there is promise
of a repeat tomorrow.

But does man learn life's true
rhythms, no for he does not listen
to the very nature of life which
is so bountiful all around him.

Is there going to always be a
promise of a new day?


Cerenity