Daytime diffuses in to raise the dawn, the develop the pastel colours of this landscape, to show us the masterpiece of creation.
Come the daytime the lighthouse rests, for every captain can navigate the shoreline.
Tousled grasses, earthen wind, newly harkened hues of green - the daytime has come.
Daytime, day-shine, day-rise, the time for wakefulness has come, the cue to hear the calling of the light has arrived.
Daytime comes with the gentle hand of a mother, to awaken and softly energise.
Daytime arrives as poetry and fades as eventide lullaby.
Birdsong is the sound of daytime, as if they transform light energy to song.
In this comforting light of day the sky is a dove-woollen grey and the grasses whisper of fondest memories.