by In All Our Years
the day starts out so fresh and new.
my eyes are clear as i gaze at the morning dew.
the sun pours down light, which fills the early morning night and shadows become those things which surround us for our delight.
and oh- how soon the sweet early morning air, is removed and replaced, with life and noise which doth abound everywhere.
and then, we toil the day away, in hope for one more stay,
of the early morning day.
but work need not consume us.
take time to enjoy the light,
for when the day is gone, and nightfall come,
we must not regret the day that is done.