There is value in sunrises.
There is color and the promise of
warmth.

There is the singing of birds.
There is the sky,
blushing at the sight of its ardent lover, the sun.

There is value in sunrises,
in beginnings once more repeated.
There is beauty in beginnings
and sunrises, and birds, and songs
and in the pale colour of the sky just before morn.


There is beauty and value and warmth in you.

For you are the sunrise.

You are the dawn.