There is a wonderful, special place
That is dear to me.
It is filled with many beautiful things
Only the people who open their eyes can see.

It is in my own front yard in the warm Summer months
Where treasures exist more glorious than gold.
To view them, I pick a choice spot on the soft, thick grass
To sit and watch a new dawn's story unfold.

The tale starts with a hushed, unbroken calm,
With every living creature in the world still sleeping.
All of the stars have long since faded from sight,
And the sun over the mountain-tops is just peeping.

The light from the morning sun
Gives scattered clouds a pale golden hue.
While a playful breeze wakes a sleeping sparrow,
Letting it know that day has begun anew.

The sparrow first cleans itself,
And soon takes to flight.
Aware that it has many things to do
Before day once again gives way to night.

Awakening flowers open their tightly closed buds,
And reach their stems to the brightening sky.
Revealing a rainbow array of brilliant, vibrant color
To anyone who would pass by.

The dawn's story ends with me leaving my yard
To go busily about my own tasks.
But the memory of the morning lives on in my heart,
Bringing me a greater joy than one for which I could have asked.

by Celia Tracy

copyright © 2001 Celia Tracy