first kiss of light,
sweet smell of the air,
dew in the grass,
song from the birds,
from this we get morning.

no other part of the day
is quite so sweet
none other so brief,
a chance to start anew.

the pristine sunrise.
that reoccurring gift,
lasting just a few moments,
that we take so for granted
often sleeping right through.

byron gates jr

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