The Dawn's Awakener Poem by Ayomikun Akinwunmi

With wings unfurled against the rising light,
My feathered throat trills forth a morning cry.
Awake, dear sleepers, greet the day so bright,
Shake off your slumber, let your spirits fly.

The sun ascends, a golden, glowing sphere,

A whispered call to rouse your weary heads.
Stretch limbs at rest, let tired muscles hear,
The world awaits beyond your feathered beds.

Think on those precious orbs, your seeing eyes,
That pierce the darkness, paint the world in hues.
Some dwell in blindness, where the daylight dies,
Their silent world a canvas without views.

So rise dear ones, with purpose in your heart,
Let willing hands take up the day's demands.
With toil and sweat, you play your destined part,
Your grateful labors weave success's strands.

And in your striving, let this truth be known,
Each gift you bear, each breath within your breast,
Is reason for your thanks to Heaven's throne,
In gratitude, your greatest strength will rest.