A poem at dawn
The light that breaks away the dark
each morn
To scatter it to places far beyond
we see
To leave us with some hope this day
can be
Full of love and dreams
and less schemes
The sun now shows its
glowing face
Always full unlike the broken pieces
of the moon
That takes us to that
darker place
Clouds scurry to fit within the sky’s
constant change
Birds skip from tree to tree as they
whistle away
People in their cars
and trains
Children rushing to school to improve
their brains
These are the beating hearts at
the start of a new day.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #186)
