An Orroral Valley Sunrise
By Tom Harvey
24 May 2012
A new day to greet, while the valley still sleeps,
As the sun's light heralds the morning,
The sun cleaves the divide between the dark and the light,
With the burgeoning day that is dawning.
'Twixt the shadowy peaks, in the valley that sleeps,
As the sunlight breaks through at dawn,
A cottage of tin, welcomes the warm glow in,
Surrounded by frostbitten lawn,
The sun rises high, and makes its way through the sky,
On far ridges casting a glow,
Shafts of light they collide, from far and from wide,
To brighten the valley below.
Down on the ground, where scarcely a sound
Breaks the silence of the cold winter morn',
A lone chimney stands, testament to the plans
Of a family, long since withdrawn.
The warm sun's caress, brings the earth from her rest,
The cool night air is retreating,
To come back again, when the moon does rescind
The rule of the sun for the evening.