By R.S. Dochoda

Drew drops fall from leaves of green

Rays of sun piercing water of gold

Eyes awaken to the brightness of day

Ever beautiful is the coming of day

A stag stops in its walk

Its ears listening

Not for danger, but to the song of morning

A smile comes

As birds begin to take wing

This day is different the rest of the days before

Aye, this day is unique

Never has the beauty of day ever been so tranquil

It is because this day is a new day

This day is our journey

This day is today