By Deborah Borlam
A new day begins with the rising of the sun,
As its bright rays shine forth
In vibrant bursts of light
And illuminate over the world.
As the world begins to wake,
Everything begins to function in harmony,
With a steady rhythm and even pitch
Smoothly guiding the melody of events
That makes a symphony of life.
As the day progresses,
This symphony takes on new dimensions and tones,
And is thereby infused with new meaning.
At some point the tune reaches its crescendo,
Playing loudly and vivaciously for all to take part
In the melodious song.
The day ends with the setting of the sun,
As it sinks in to the horizon,
Leaving a palette of effervescent colors as residue.
All the while the melody begins to die down,
Sinking its tone to a quiet stillness which
Ultimately leads way to the song of the very next day.
A new day begins with the rising of the sun,
As its bright rays shine forth
In vibrant bursts of light
And illuminate over the world.
As the world begins to wake,
Everything begins to function in harmony,
With a steady rhythm and even pitch
Smoothly guiding the melody of events
That makes a symphony of life.
As the day progresses,
This symphony takes on new dimensions and tones,
And is thereby infused with new meaning.
At some point the tune reaches its crescendo,
Playing loudly and vivaciously for all to take part
In the melodious song.
The day ends with the setting of the sun,
As it sinks in to the horizon,
Leaving a palette of effervescent colors as residue.
All the while the melody begins to die down,
Sinking its tone to a quiet stillness which
Ultimately leads way to the song of the very next day.
