The Friendly Dawn

At first two chinks of light amidst the gloom

become my eyes and then fill with my room

and then the smiling sun is there to meet me

and birds, with gentle songs, appear to greet me.

And lifting off my nightmares crown of thorns;

I see the divine trumpeter of dawn

with widespread bluebird wings and golden crown

who easily bends a smile from my frown.

Oh friend of dawn; always there to remind

my soul this world can be gentle and kind;

always your strong golden arms raise my heart

and I see each new day as a new start.