The Dawn Poem by Christopher Nicoll

The moonlight glow fades
With the rays of the new morning sun

The forest from darkness to glowing green
Birds wake chirping, signing in peace.

The sandy beach once full and cold
Now lit to sparkling white ‘n’ gold

The river continues to flow, ebbing in and out
Above the eagle’s soaring on the early lookout

The mountain is first to meet the rising sun
A warming beacon to everyone

As the sun rises on its ancient path
The dawn disappears... to just another day