Dawn

The grunting of the creatures as the morning comes,

The pleasant feel you get as the river runs,

And when I look at you it intensifies,

It sounds like cellos in the holy sky.

The feel is so immense I can’t explain,

The joy is so much I resent the pain

Of life that all mortals face,

Your presence just ends the race

To give life it’s fullest meaning,

When I’m not the only one for whom I’m living,

When I celebrate life with storm and dew,

I want to celebrate it with u…

Copyright ©2007 Kenneth A Hopkins