First Light Poem by Tom J. Mariani

There is probably a word to describe this phenomenon but I can’t think what it is. Sometimes you can see more when there is less to look at and hear more when there is less noise.

First light allows us to understand our place in the universe a little bit more. I can't understand why people don't occasionally 'stop and smell the roses'. I like to watch the birds in the back garden having a bath after rainfall.

Yes thus is life of all beautiful things To rise and come or never to be seen From the light of the past where it has been Then it comes with its colorful strings Being there like the daybreak's first morning bliss To give to memory something to tell A blossoming day in its first made kiss To make the night before gotten in its spell Wonderful day overlooking the lake With something new in the rising hour For us to see again as the little child Memories those in beauty are awake Daylight that gets brighter to empower Easy going day in silences so mild