The waves crash over the rocks
and suddenly it's sunrise.
The birds take wing to the skies
and such beauty lies__
over the sea for all to see
yes, it's the Break of Day.
The sun rises over the wheat fields
and various fields
Folks in their houses are still asleep
while in the meadow there's countless sheep.
Through the window my eyes do peep
Yes, it's the Break of Day.
Come out and feel the sweet gentle breeze
at this time of sunrise__
by the trees with the rustling leaves.
Janet Vargas © April 2012