Aube

I hear the dawn
before it is seen.
Sing in the day, oh birds!
The engine hums of morning traffic,
and the cricket orchestras begin to fade.

Rise dear sun,
I await your arrival.
Shed your shadowy blanket
and rouse your fiery head.

Begin the day,
one I can look forward to.
Assure me in your sleepy stupor
that I will be happy again.

Whisper on the morning breeze,
“I awake with promise,
this is a plan,
you are loved.”

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