The dawn is breaking, through the sky, <br />the day is bright and full of hope; <br />I must be off, don't know just why, <br />but I must not sit around and mope. <br /> <br />There are new things to discover, <br />and old familiar things to see; <br />I 'steal' away from my sweet lover, <br />to gather in, these things that be. <br /> <br />To watch the lives around me shine, <br />to feel the coolness of the morn; <br />to drink in thoughts that flow like wine, <br />to feel once more why I was born. <br /> <br />To feel the lovely winter's breath, <br />to hear the dove's sad, plaintive song; <br />to think no morbid thoughts of death, <br />to hide the soul from all that's wrong. <br /> <br />To send a smile to all the strangers, <br />to lift the hearts of those that fall; <br />to ward the weak from sudden dangers, <br />to tear down each oppressive wall.<br /><br />David Lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-of-hope/
