So earnestly I sit and view,
Waiting for the day to begin.
The minutes pass slowly by
As the time stands still.
A quiet stirring in the trees
Lifts the morning air once more.
Slowly the sunrises, as if a chore
Doing little else than such a breeze
That drifts around as it will.
Softly the sun rises on high,
So earnestly I wait for the end
Of night, these moments are so few.

10/06/2009

Posted on 10/06/2009
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