Morning's tired feet

Blue sky at morning's first breath
first dark then light
until at last golden rays
banish again the petrified night

The slumbering awake from cold retreat
opening weary eyes
thirsty to drink life once more
from brotherly rainbow skies

Full and happy they sing in praise
with reborn purpose and pride
even as the sands of time
lose ground to the surging tide

Vision blurs and dark descends
while souls slowly retreat
back into the shadows and hollows
upon morning's tired feet