The new dawn is rising and colours are living <br />They reach out and touch me inside, <br />As the soft dappled clouds in the skies slowly drifting <br />Upon morning breezes they ride. <br />The joy I've been given so precious the treasure <br />A gift only God could bestow, <br />Of life and its meaning that speaks to me clearly <br />In nature's most wonderful show. <br /> <br />For gold is the sunlight that glistens through branches <br />The beams of its glory it sends, <br />To the lands of the morning absorbing its riches <br />Caressing the garden it tends. <br />Filling my soul with a passion that flows as <br />The blackbird does sing with such grace, <br />The threads in hedgerows are shining in silver <br />And spun now with fine silken lace. <br /> <br />The new dawn is rising and shadows are melting <br />I longed for this day to arrive, <br />The darkness has lifted and woken the flowers <br />Which through the cold winter did strive. <br />The daffodils wave and are lit by the beams as <br />The dew slowly dries on the ground, <br />For spring has arrived as the blossoms now glow <br />And I know that true love I have found.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-dawn-2/
