There is nothing like a dawn
Just before we see the sky
A misty fog rising high,
As dew drops from the thorn
O the beauty of morn –
When all things come to life,
And there is no strife!
It’s the best time of day,
A time our souls want to leap,
The wet clover beneath our feet,
As if the world went away –
The flicker of light prolonged,
As the wind sings its song:
There is nothing else to say:
(God made it this way!)
Thomas Theophilus© February 4, 2025
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