Mourning Breaks

Morning breaks as the sun rises.
Earth’s gift that no one despises.

The World sings a victory song.
A non-melancholy tune.
It shall last forever long.
May it be May or may it be June.

Morning breaks again.
Relishing the cycle.
Not a sweeter word spoken.
It comes, arriving, it breaks no cycle.

I dread a day will come when I will wake to find.
No sun in the sky to shine.
Missing would be my peace of mind.
Darkness crowned king.

People would mourn for the absence of morning.
Rivers form from frail parched eyes.

But no dismay.
In our life Darkness shall’nt reign.
Each day we will be greeted by warm scented array.

Eternal the flame will burn.
Guiding us to paradise.
The treasure; our choice to earn.

Every day we will be reminded.
Of the Prize.
The sun will always rise.


Morning breaks as birds fly.
Never will it die.
In life, meaning, purpose.
Morning breaks.
Sun shining scarlet tangerine.
Morning breaks.