The Dawn of Night

Standing on the cusp of the dawn

I hear the sound of a mothers cry

The earth shivers and trembles.

Weeping endures 


Standing on the cusp of dawn

I hear the proud roar of a lion

Crying out for his mate as he stands and weeps



Standing on the cusp of dawn

I hear the labored breath of the night

Weeping endures

Life springs anew

Renew, release, reward the dawn as it embodies the weeping