Simple, patient, gently waiting,
Staring into the night sky.
Gentle breezes whisper secrets
As they go laughing by.
Watching for a hint of color,
I gaze into the clouds.
Silently shifting, ever drifting--
Never again like now.
A bird on the horizon line
Sings of days to come.
But all the talk right now is
The coming of the sun.
At first in shades of bleakest gray
Slowly turned to pink.
Chasing away the stars,
Lightening night's black ink.
Banish all who would defy
our brilliant source of life.
Now the King of the Daylight Sky
Slowly ends the night.