Dawn�s rosy, probing fingers,
Stretch far across the east,
Telling the sleepy flowers,
That the nighttime has ceased.
Fawns open their bleary eyes,
Wakened ladybugs take wing,
Nighttime beasts go home to sleep,
Mourning doves begin to sing.
Heralding the golden sun,
The carefree queen of day.
Her rays dance upon the lawn,
And �cross the new morning play.
Shining bright in my window,
Teasing lightly at my face,
I pour myself a cup of tea,
And reflect upon God�s grace.