Up at dawn, the twilight fades away.

It has been weeks since I last saw this time of day.

Awake before the birds start their song,

Except for the final hoot saying so long.

Cotton candy clouds float in the sky.

While hot streaks skim up high.

As more light fills the void of night,

This morning’s beauty is such a sight.

Finally the birds chirp and tweet.

Today is surely going to be sweet.