Larks Rise Early.

Dawn has hardly blushed her entrance skyward When I awake and rise, my favourite time Is early morning. I will then accord Space to later parts of day, but sublime In every way to me is dawn. The lark And I aim to catch the whispers of passing Night as it bows it's way across the sky, Leaves room for rising sun, who enters last With royal flare, - - - while I discover why, Meanwhile, each trilling bird competes with ease In chasing breaking-fast with earthy worm. I am pleased I follow larks, who early Start their daily climb to life's new ceaseless Call, leaving end of day to night-owl birds. Both lark and owl enjoy their special time And enter into what is called 'their own' To magnify it. - - Feeling I must try, I too breathe in new day before it's flown.