Wamathai
Did you know
That the world’s beauty
Can be seen at dawn?
Have you ever seen
Flowers unfolding
To receive the sun,
So bright and fresh?
Have you ever smelt
The fragrance in the air.
Or seen how butterflies and birds
Excitedly dance at dawn?
Singing and shouting their voices out!
But I hate dawn!
Because it breaks my dreams,
Cuts my sweet sleep short,
And the birds call out my name.
“Awake!” They say,
“Time to labour under the sun
Time to sow your seeds
Or lay them out to dry
So we can feast
And enjoy our dawn!”
Ever noticed how cows mow
At daybreaks arrival?
So that the old lady
Can sit on her low stool
And swing with the milk-laden teats,
Massaging and smearing them with oil!
Ever realized how that old man,
Is utterly excited
To discover once more
That he still can breathe?
Breathe deeply this fresh
Warm and sweet aroma of dawn!
But I hate dawn!
Because it breaks my dreams,
Cuts my sweet sleep short,
And the birds call out my name.
“Awake!” They say,
“Time to labour under the sun
Time to sow your seeds
Or lay them out to dry
So we can feast
And enjoy our dawn!”