Awoke at dawn.

The cold breeze is freezing,

Makes me long for the sun.

 

Endeavors make me see the

morning in its tender age.

At its freshness and dullness,

I watched.

 

I watched it grow to glow,

attaining brightness.

Now the morning sun appears.

It warms my back as I walk past.

On my skin, 

It feels so refreshing.