The curtains of Heaven are opening for you. <br /> A new day is dawning as they now turn to blue, <br /> Dark shadows keep yawning as bright Sun shows Her head. <br /> When the moon and the stars creep into bed. <br /> <br /> She forces each flower to open an eye, <br /> As She pours gold slivers through purple clouds in the sky. <br /> Our Sun is a blessing that wipes sad thoughts away, <br /> And comes as a healing balm to smooth each wrinkled day.<br /><br />Emeline Pennock Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-day-dawning-2/
