When the sun rises the new day is born

After a night of labor through darkness

Of unknowing, a becoming starts to shine

Fresh pure beams of light break through

Bursting open life and beginnings of hope

As the day is young and the sun is soft

Tender, sweet tendrils of morning glory turn

Opening up their beauty for the world to see

All wonder at the clarity of pure life and love

All cling to the simplicity of each new blossom

Moving on into the middle of the day, the sun

Stretches out its rays, holding all below in its warmth

Short shadows, like soldiers, are still and solemn

Nature is quiet, as streams flow and fish swim

Squirrels and rabbits secret themselves to feed

Those hours, when the rays burn hot, are fiery

Gnats bother and sting, sweat rolls, festering eyes to burn

Restlessness comes while tempers often rile and rumple

Storms blow up, with dark, green, angry clouds looming

Winds howling, from western gales, bring rain and release

The day, as before, defined by the sun, shimmers

Morning glories, once wide opened, are now wet and worn

Raindrops reflect rainbow prisms through low setting sunbeams

Full rushing streams overflow their banks into turbulent rivers

All nature changed, as the day grew long, and the sun crossed the sky

The traverssing of the sky, in the day's time, may be a trek of death

But as the sun descends, beautiful colors splay across the heavens

Pastels paint mysteries of rebirths and resurrections

There is comfort in the solitude of the day's long journey

Listen to the night songs; the hymns of rejoicing for a new dawn!