For a moment the world is peaceful and still.
In that twilight time, between sleep and waking,
The world silently awaits the start of a new day.
Slowly the light creeps up above the skyline,
Growing brighter and brighter as the orange glow appears.
At first, it’s just a small line of orange, a hint of the divine
To come, a glimpse of that glorious color comes near,
Minutes before more vivid colors arise.
Then slowly, ever so slightly with each passing minute,
The color invades the horizon, the light reaching my eyes.
Dawn comes. With a whisper, with a roar,
As it breaks the quiet of the evening, the still of the dark.
Dawn arrives. Dawn breaks.
And a new day begins.