Grey clouds stifle the sky

No tapestry painted of a glorious setting sun

Night wraps her grim shadow without fanfare

Will the morning bring rays of hope

Or will the new day ascend in sadness

Night grows deeper and hours pass

Pale shadow of the moon floats behind the clouds

Slowly the dismal gray crust breaks apart

Revealing a sky aglow with blazing stars

A message from the heavens

Morning’s first light will reveal

The majesty and color of a brilliant new day