Birds celebrate Days’ new dawn
Excited thrills now fill the air
chorusing ears and souls.
Days have come, days have gone
with opportunities of life.
Knocking, as a meadows’ spring, quenching thirst
Our soul delighteth nature’s hidden depths.
Meadows’ splendours, souls delight
with floral scents caressing this new air.
Once hidden depths have quenched
their thirst for driven search of Dawns’ gift
of morning dew, and shimmering diamond breath
as God blesses earth anew
as dawn gives birth to day.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012