WRITE THE WORLD REVIEW ARCHIVE

Once under the light of dawn
there sat a singing lark.
The lark sang of the night before
and of the day to come.
It sang under the rays of the morning sun
and will sing again when the day is done.

When the day is done,
the lark will sing again of dawn,
waiting and anticipating the rising sun.
Upon the rising sun, there will sit a singing lark,
singing again of the day to come,
and repeat the cycle from the day before.

Just as before,
when the day is done,
the lark will come
and sing to the light of dawn.
Then flies the lark
into the morning sun.

The passing cycles of the sun
come & go as they have before,
and night after night, comes singing the lark.
The lark is soon spent and done,
but another one will come like the sun at dawn,
and it too, will come and come.

This new lark too will come,
and like the first, will sing to the sun.
It will stay, like the first, from dusk to dawn,
and like before
its life will be open and done,
and there will be a new signing lark.

We people, like the lark,
will come and come and come,
and we will live until our life is done.
Each one of us will again face the sun,
and like each one of us before,
we will again see the dawn.

Out of the sun,
like the one before,
we face the dawn.