The world is mine at break of dawn
Before all the lights are on
House is still, birds a-caper
Breeze is cool upon my paper
I watch the light creep ‘cross the floor
Stage set for the coming play
Touch upon the quiet tea cups
A prologue to the chapter of today
Soon voices will fill the scene like a rush of desert rain
But in the interim, my ears needn’t strain
For I’m sole audience to the morning’s monologue
And as the curtain rises you’ll hear my soul applaud
-Millie Florence
this is such a real feeling put into words, truly being the first awake holds that sense of wonder and glory at God’s creation.