Awake

As the dragonfly dances,
A ray of yellow sun,
Filters through its gauzy wings.
Onward it sails,
To gently land in the first ripple of the wave,
To shine into the eyes of a sleeping swallow.
And to thread through the dark shadow
Between the still leaves of the fir.
The sunflower stirs,
The galaxy is cloaked
In warm yellow hope.
The hummingbird takes flight,
The sky kisses the clouds purple,
Dawn has broken,
The Universe has come to life.