The After-Midnight Hours

It all begins with facing east at dawn
As night comes to a close and the sun’s rays
Light up the sky in splendid crimson blaze
And set the past aflame, time to move on;
Today’s a new day, that means a fresh start,
As fauna frolic freely in the day,
Reborn, with flora’s sweet scent to allay
The tense terse terror of the night; the heart
Of nature is awake, the smell of earth –
Free, fresh, and flighty – fills the fluid winds
With its sweet scent of suppleness and blends
With sweet sunlight to show the world’s rebirth.
And after e’en the darkest of dark nights,
The world is born anew by dawn’s sweet light.