Dawn has hardly blushed her entrance skyward <br />When I awake and rise, my favourite time <br />Is early morning. I will then accord <br />Space to later parts of day, but sublime <br />In every way to me is dawn. The lark <br />And I aim to catch the whispers of passing <br />Night as it bows it's way across the sky, <br />Leaves room for rising sun, who enters last <br />With royal flare, - - - while I discover why, <br />Meanwhile, each trilling bird competes with ease <br />In chasing breaking-fast with earthy worm. <br /> <br />I am pleased I follow larks, who early <br />Start their daily climb to life's new ceaseless <br />Call, leaving end of day to night-owl birds. <br /> <br />Both lark and owl enjoy their special time <br />And enter into what is called 'their own' <br />To magnify it. - - Feeling I must try, <br />I too breathe in new day before it's flown.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/larks-rise-early/
