The morning awakens with the beauty of the sun.
Life scurries about making room for fun.
Then, midday brings a needed squall
With gentle rains longed for by all.
They sit to drink from the fountain of clay
Brought on by the weather of this midday.
Huddled at home at peace and free
The quiet brings with it serenity
For soon the eyes of the playful young
Will dim the wittiness found in their choired tongue.
The dreams of this night will reflect the play
That was brought on by this joyous day.
Upon these faces the truth will creep,
They will smile as they dream and sleep,
Greatly awaiting the waking of tomorrow
Their eyes spy the sun and their parents follow.
Now that the dark has moved out of the way
The youth of the world find a game to play.
Something to be remembered for some time to come,
Something to contribute to this great sum.
2012 January Moira G. Gallaga©
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