In the quietest hour right past dawn,
Silence speaks as the tone of the king.
Hope shimmers like the face of the queen.
Doubt dribbles on the silhouette of the jester.
Daylight gives birth to day,
warmhearted creatures softly toss towards waking
brand new smiles and dreams come alive.
Today will always be today.
Every minute will be its own.
Every breath is sacred.
Every reflection is telling.