War and childhood (jobee's poems merged)

jobee

Dawn
At first, a misty stirring light,
Dewdrops glisten, still, bright,
The sun begins its dewy climb,
As it’s done from dawn of time,

Something stirs in the bush.
Quickly silenced not to rush.
A misty meadow appears in view,
Bidding the silent night adieu.

Cowslips raise their sleepy heads,
Mottled sunlight slowly spreads,
Just a touch of gentle rain,
As birds begin their ancient refrain.

A young foal begins to rise,
Falling against its mothers side,
The air warms, starts its rise,
Mist disappears in a swirling glide.

The patter of rain begins to stall,
Just drips, drops, from branches fall,
By the sides of a swirling brook,
Gnats, dragonflies, feed, suck.

A gentle steam leaves horses sides,
As filtered sun their body chides,
Frolicking lambs skip, play,
Welcoming the heat of day.

The cool of morning says goodbye,
As skylarks ascend to hover on high,
We bid goodbye to another morn,
Wait the morrows refreshing dawn.

jobee
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jobee

When the power of love
Overcomes the love of power
The world will know peace