The Day Breaks In The East

The day breaks in the east The thin ray of light passes Though the wall of cold mist I wake up to a lilting sound Of anklets and bangles as you Place your feet on the ground The bees appear one by one To hover over opening buds as The lone star dies on the horizon From swinging nesst in fronds Birds rush away towards the sky Across fields, rivers and ponds Peace and love float in the air As smoke rises from the roofs And the priest chants a prayer The day breaks in the east All seem to have dressed nice As if partaking in a grand feast