Racing the Sunrise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They spent the night within the reeds

That rustled on the shore,
For there’s no way to count the risks
The night might hold in store.
 
But, with the first light of the dawn,
They all take wing and fly,
To race the rising morning sun
Across the golden sky.