Herald the Day

My song at daybreak is abundant with optimism. The dawn brings gentle melodies, As the sun peeps over the darkened horizon, My song embarks on a song of grace, As the suns golden orb is appearing And lightens the darkened sky. It brings vibrant colour to a sleeping realm. My song springs into full illustrious voice. Lyrics flooding the countryside with hope for a joyful day. Welcoming the day with words of wonder, Its clear voice waking the birds and all that slumber. The wafting breeze brings tuneful chords, And the lilting song takes flight with a symphony of sound. Percussion breaks the sweet serenade with thunderous excitement, as the earth proclaims its power dominating the land, with a brief thunderstorm with tumultuous baritone resonance, As the vibrato heralds the peace resuming her sway. The somber soulful song entered by a soprano’s lilt, And lingers into a delightful aria pronouncing the relax of the day, Embraced by the landscape falling into shadow, As the sun slides lower, the tune is carried by the flute’s sweet array. The crimson sphere sinking below the hills and the serenade fades away. As the light is engulfed by the silence of the dark night once more. A Collaboration betwixt J. Webb and memself.