The Day

As sure as the light will come 
As sure as the sun will shimmer 
As we welcome on the dawn 
The wood pigeon will witter 

it will ignite a golden flame 
That looms over fields sublime 
The western sky will call blue 
And the answer will come anew 

As evening begins to dance in its hall 
The sun will disappear below the west 
Skies darken and dim, until 
They paint a new colour 
Ready to go ‘round again

by Sam Fawcett ‘Shaky Will’