Dawn

By its ablest soldiers, the nightstands deserted.

The moon and the stars are nowhere to be seen.

Over a crumbling fortress, it desperately struggles,

To retain control by all possible means.

The wise owl slinks back into its hollow.

Nocturnal hunters hastily retreat.

A white flag unfurls across the sky.

Surrendering to avoid a humiliating defeat.

The news reaches the birds who fly out of their nests,

Eager to bask in the morning glory.

Other animals pause for a moment and reflect,

On what has been a well-deserved victory.

A pleasantly cool air awaits them all,

Caressed by the gentle rays of the sun.

Man too wakes up, rejuvenated and ready,

To face the day which has just begun.