Dawn upon a country plain

On ascent,

gone a scent

fills the sky

thrills the nigh

with sweet- promises.

Now the distant sky colours-

hues of glory to be seen.

The procession of hours

awakens this life- this scene-

to the hope that’s all ours-

hope for our flaws and sin.

Drawn back- the curtain of Night.

A bird sings,

a bard brings

quills and inks-

chills and thinks

of this- rhymed tribute.