The
morning tumbles alive
little
feet pounding exuberance
in the un"adult"erized world
content with existence before "hungry"
This is the hour in which
birds
and cats and dogs
and children reign free
and true to life, unfettered
They have not yet been forced
to bury
their dreaming
which still lives in this hour
of the emerging light
In this magic time
is the
true freedom of innocence
for which a spent day must die
to thus be resurrected.