Comes

As the morning comes
  rising over the hills.
The birds announce
  its arrival with songs.
Strong, true, clear and
  gathering the welcome,
Into that one pitch of
  noise in great welcome.
The morning comes
  in degrees, through clouds.
Not full, just a hint of color,
  here and there and finally
Everywhere it has broken
  through with its light and
We are all amazed at
  the thought of another day
Lived in this world,
  walk the way of beauty
Dawning, just a little
 at a time, trying to revel
In the beginning of the
  days light and song rising.