Dawn To Dusk

• Olivia Turner, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

The sun rises, dawn is breaking,
This is the beginning of a new day making.
The tulips arise, their petals ajar,
The birds are calling from near and far.
The sky is a soft, velvet grey hue,
Slowly turning azure blue.
Everywhere, animals are yawning,
This is a time we call morning

The sweet breeze is running through my hair,
Serenity and peace, everywhere.
The light bending rainbows through the glass,
Sunbeams dancing on the grass.
The sky is a canvas, sketched in lead,
Pink, purple, blue and red
Then comes a time we call evening,
Behind it night is slowly weaving.
The moonlight spears like an ivory tusk,
This is the magic of Dawn and dusk.