The dawn breaks in the Eastern sky
 Purples and pinks paint
 the sky as a canvas
 The crisp morning air
 and a remembrance of the
 Previous evening

 As the sun warms
 He awakens to another day
 creating desires
 reality
 life

 Rain
 His spirits fall
 like the heavy drops from the clouds and smear
 the paint into
 a melange
 of colors and flavors

 "Why?" he asks
 To which he receives no answer
 the sky as silent
 as a burial drum
 the earth telling no secrets
 the sky not listening

  He comes before all creation
 to plead
 for warmth for life
 he pleads for
 light

He returns to the earth left behind
 he gazes into the  deep blue ocean
 and understands

 The dawning of a new day
 the sun rises again
 from death springs life
 from sorrow, happiness emerges
 the beginning meets the end
 and new life is birthed
 children breathe in the contentment of new life

 Slowly a smile spreads across his face
 He sees that with the bad comes the good
 For  without bad, good is formless
 He sees the children

 He sees the new life
 He is fulfilled