Welcome winds whisper sweet nothingness in my ear
While silent shards of sunlight pierce the shadows sphere
The morn has whisked away the demons of the night
And left untouched the eagerness of early light.
Thus begins anew the cycle which shall revive
Perhaps that character we all need to survive
Another day, another time, another place
Imagining the fragile dawn of human race.
Claire V. Bogdanos 