The sky has wiped its slate,

               obscure but almost white,

With Dawn emerging coyly,

                 casting her soft light

Upon the gracious charm

                   of Nature in full view,

Calling her so vibrantly,

                     bidding her adieu.

Before the rising sun,

                      exacting but sublime,

Must take full measure of

                        the brevity of time,

Dawn, the bride advances

                          with certainty reborn,

Straight up the traveled path

                            of time to meet the Morn.

Much like the glib recital

                             of an all-too-famous rhyme

Dawn steps in perfect time to meet

                               Her groom, the eager Morn.