The kind sun peeps through, as the night draws to an end.
The world stirs restlessly, shrugs off its cloak of sleep and
I wake from a dream of two fish swimming a circle head
To Tail! A symbol fair, A voice sere tells me to take heed!
The Day’s born. Suspense overflows, stillness surrounds,
The moment when dreams are dreamt and prophecies
Made, the stirring for a busy day to catch! For the miles
To go, of hope and progress, take-overs and sell-outs!
A copper - glow of the morning sun the world bathes
And into a bedlam of little birds chirruping it erupts!
Happily as they find the big fat worm! Little children
Wipe their faces ready to go to school for fun and play.
Joe hunts for a lost shoe while Ann spills her milk on the
Table. Mother tuts and hushes both, and cheerfully
Mops the milk and finds Joe’s shoe. And they all have
A breakfast of bread ‘n butter, and milk and all is well!
The long lines of school children with faces bright wait
For the school bus with bags bobbing up and down.
Parents chat, and dogs wag tails and the sun shines
Bright, a promise foretold of a day of joy fun and luck!
A day of events fine is promised by a dream so
Fair, of battles won and promotions granted. For
So, t’is told by dreams so fair, dreamt on the end
Of night! We greet the day with a skip and a smile!