Morning Song

The stars are lulled by the dark quiet to sleep
As light touches the edge of the skyline
A distant promise of morning all pink and hazy
Then turns the brighter hues melting and changing
By degrees if awake and alert as the last star
Brilliantly holds onto it's portion of light amidst
The changing rolling colors setting apart the 
Grey clouds stand out as sentinels against
The coming dawn beauty of morning sung
Into existence by the chirruping crickets before
The lone bird sings welcome