When Dawn Comes

and when was it yours or when was it his and look not away and dawn is it always is dawn when it comes and you run with it wait smell the yellow of it the golden center in it for the sun for the flower brown and many are they for the middle the center coming up coming down and dawn comes running across the fields looking for you each leaf and dawn when it comes leaves me empty full of hope as I wait for the rest of the dawns when they come like the rest on the hill looking up at the sky your face do I see floating by when the sun like the dawn I then rise.