She starts as an orb
Inside night's womb
Hiding shyly behind the night prowler
She is but a shadow behind the hound's precious
She nests as a warm glow on the cheeks of the night owl
She slowly makes her way through the twinkling maze of the expanse
She now greets the kings of the night like an old friend
She bears a witness to the crickets chirps
She soothes the tiny green swords
She is a faithful audience for the bird's tunes
She softly tickles the early riser
She admires herself in the flowing mirror
She now reveals herself
As bright as an innocent smile
As gentle as a mother's healing hands
As warm as a satisfied's bed
As colourful as a blind's imagination
She spreads her wings for the worlds to see
She is dawn
The reassurance of a brave new world
The nectar of the flower called hope
The storehouse of yesterday tomorrow
And tomorrow's yesterday
The birthplace of dreams
And tears of joy
The graveyard of fear and the unknown
She is dawn
She is as swift as thoughts
As slow as agony
As fierce as justice
As just as time
As pure as white
She is dawn
The eternal blazing fire
The timekeeper
