The stillness almost touchable,
Darkness becoming light,
Stealthily and slowly
The finality of night;
Dark forms silhouetted
Against the misty sky,
Faintest outlines visible
As dark clouds scurry by;
Houses, trees or church spires,
All of these could be
As moment by moment
A morning is set free;
The early bird is singing
So tentatively his song,
All nature re-awakens
After the night so long;
Gentle movements in the trees
In a scene still black and grey
Which soon will be so colourful
To greet this brand new day;
Alive with anticipation,
Waiting for the dawn,
All again rejuvenated
On this golden morn.