Whisper of dawn

Early light touches the earth.
From that moment, blooms come to birth.
On a branch sits a bird;
At sunrise, its sweet songs are heard.

The shadows of night flee,
And fear leaves every tree.
From the silence of the street,
He gives the dawn a greet.

The hours of rush arrive;
Hopeful workers’ faces thrive.
Grains for their little ones to feed—
Aren’t they doing a noble deed?