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Daybreak

I love to wake up early with you when the stars are still out; the air is still cool and fresh while the birds are still cuddling in their slumber and nests. No creatures are stirring but just getting their rest; we can see the heavens and sky so clearly from north, south, east, and west; the night is tired and worn right before the dawn. We embrace and silently stare out into space as we sit on the patio (or porch) gazing into the horizon and observing another beautiful day being born.

When the night and day are still torn, everything seems so magically new, peaceful, gentle, and calm without evil, anger or scorn; while all of yesterday’s problems, headaches, or heartaches seem to have evaporated, disappeared, packed up and gone. The beauty of daybreak has no equal limits or bounds. If you listen closely to its mystic, erotic, and magical sounds with its uncommon natural beauty that will knock you down, it will make you feel like you want to hang around to watch the best show in town.

It gives me chills and hives as we watch the moon go down and take a dive to witness this breathtaking event while I am healthy and still alive, because you will miss it when you no longer exist, and that’s no jive. As we look at each other, like we want to celebrate with a high five, we watch the stars go from stage front to the rear, then slowly disappear. At this moment, we are not feeling any malice, ill will, or fear; we are just thankful to be here. While all of our senses seem to be going wild, and we feel like we are intoxicated from good wine, alcohol, or beer; as we just enjoy the show and hold each other near as our ears start to ring, because the birds start to sing, we realize that today is still a mystery.

For we do not know what it will bring, but the only thing that is presently on our minds is this magical, gentle moment and time while witnessing the first day of spring; and old man winter is no longer king. As the sun starts to rise and shine, today’s weather forecast and prediction is that it is going to be nice, sunny, and fine; as the trade winds and cool breezes blow where it derives from, we both do not know from which way it comes or goes, but it feels so good as it tingles on our face, ears, and nose.

It is breathtaking to witness the beauty of Mother Nature so up close and personal as she strolls about her business, putting on a fashion show while making the earth look so all aglow. As the morning puts the night into tow, a new day is being awakened, cranked up, and ready to go. The springtime seems to be so daring, audacious, and bold. At the end of a long winter, cold, and snow, there is a sensuous mystic aura that seems to flow; everything—including the hours, minutes, and seconds—seems to go by and move so slowly in springtime.

As the sun starts to climb and this poet starts writing down his poetic lyrics and rhymes to try to capture this tranquil, euphoric moment, and time that oozes and soothes the mind as the sun strives and seeks to reach its peak, making everything in the world seem so unique, the earth showcases her feminine beauty and mystique while the heat seems to tease the grass, flowers, and trees. While the birds, bees, and butterflies prepare to lift off, to take to the clear blue skies, we watch in awe and observe all of these beautiful things with our eyes that mesmerize and make us both feel happy and glad to be alive to witness all of these special gifts, eye candy, and living treasures; that God is the source from which it derives that makes every living creature feel vibrant, serene, and tranquil inside.

Everything feels so right under the moon and stars when day is evolving from night. There is no anguish, hostility, or fear; nor sorrow, grief, or tears as we hold each other near in the early morning light; when all of our troubles are completely out of sight. Everything that our two eyes witness and see, God blessed the earth that He gave to you and me. The earth is so enchanting, pleasing, and delightful that no human could ever owe, steal, or borrow; for it gives life and is so renowned, swift, dashing, and romantic, just like the swashbucklers Robin Hood, Captain Kidd, or Zorro. To the masses they brought no ill will, tears, or sorrow; but salvation and joy comes in the morning at dawn…first thing tomorrow!