Dawn

Like a freely given token, eager to be spent, a new day comes unbidden, completely free of rent.

Once a beautiful promise, now begotten with decay, like a tarnished penny, to be lost, forgotten, or simply tossed away.

Like a little flower grasping toward the sun, beauty blooms a new beginning, the web of life respun.

As the hour darkens and time turns, the petals fall away, life moves on while the dust is here to stay.

Like sweet scented nectar, a story forever told, the hummingbird is lured, to find the seasons have all turned cold.

As the wings are starkly frozen and the ice creeps along, the soft hum slowly dies, its voice a mournful song.

Like the dimming luster of an illusion once grand, the truth is laid bare, the betrayal always planned.

Once abundant with opulence and growth, nature now desolate, the skies full of loathe.

As the earth shakes and quakes and a new fault is born, to swallow up all existence, its tender thread too torn.

As the clock is halted on a vibrant life now gone, it ticks and a wisp of light emerges and begins a nascent dawn.