A night story

Arise. See the morn burst.
To dispel the lone vigil of the night.
It be yet the last watch. The longest.
Laugh because morn dispels the terrors of the night.

The birds in their dwelling sweetly sing
A new dawn. The world again to see
The day knows. That, which would foolish look
The world yet dispels in waking
Shaking away the slumber.
That has enmeshed in rigourous bond.

The fields to welcome. Fresh dew still sparkles.
Catching the fresh rays of the new sun
Spreading slowly over the sky.
Which was the reign of stars.
Giving to light. Previous dark.
Nature in joy abounds.
Arise. Awake. Dispel thy weary name.
For day is here

World awake. It be yet pristine like untouched snow.
On the mountain peaks. Slow the stillness disappears.
And the moon takes an unfriendly hue.
Dispelling the peace.
The best of the world in repose lost

And the one who writes. In deep slumber falls.