As the sun’s rays heat the bitter earth
Night’s cool currents flutter and die.
A haze filters across the horizon
A few wisps of cloud begin to form.
The mood of the morning changes as
the wind moans through distant trees.
The animals retreat from the shores of the lake
its rippled surface broken shards of sunlight.
No longer a newborn in dawning
the day’s personality forms
Telling all within its presence and power
it is the god they must bow to until dark falls.