New Day

The song-bird sings in the silence of morn,

as the new days love has come to be born.

Sleep hides the beauty and magic of dawn.

The shadows will fade when the scarlet is gone.

Rejoice in the day

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Wade Harold Johnson – Canadian Novelist/Author