Before the break of day

Before the break of day I could hear the call
Of the breezes blowing and the sighs so small
Every whisper and murmur seemed so very loud
In those  hours before dawn: without a crowd

I could see them: all of those  fairies of the night
Taking their leave with the soundings of the daylight
Their wings were swift and their faces were all aglow
With the Eternal Outpouring of graces for all below

Something so sweet was blowing inside the air
Carrying  messages to everyone without a care
The songs of the morn they were sounding so dear..
If only everybody would take the time to hear..