AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

Singing and rejoicing at the dawn windVoices of different speciesCould the atmosphere be engulfed withRiding on the wind to all earsA land purposed from natureForest does it becomeResting over thereofFor this has nothing to proveLike a spade lying idlyHave nothing to do in the world of businessMay it rustAnd regret after-allFor the hands be occupiedSleeping …