At the Break of Day

By June Hogue

The stars grew dim, and the clouds
Turned white, like winter's snow.
I knew what it meant, for over the hills
I saw a faint pinkish glow.

The dawn of a new day was breaking!
The stars faded slowly away,
And the clouds floated like feathers across the sky;
For it was the beginning of a new day.

The birds, from their soft feather nests,
Began to sing and twitter and fly;
The sun rose slowly from the hills,
And the shadows passed quickly by!

At last! the day was finally here.
The dew was like diamonds on the lawn!
Some people don't notice it, but I do;
For I think the greatest of God's creations is the dawn!

by June Harper (13 years)
Monahans, Tex.

(previously published in "Wee Wisdom")