Miles and miles away,

At the brink of the horizon,

The first beam of light,

Breaks its way through the dark,

As a busy world awakes,

To the call of the early bird.

A world too busy to look,

A world too busy to enjoy,

But a little girl,

A tiny part of the world,

Stands looking.

Looking, at the aura of the sun,

Looking, as she spreads through the dark,

And looking, as she defines her kingdom.

As night fades away to light,

The little girl, she stares.

Stares at the face of,

Beautiful, beautiful dawn.

Its like they are one,

Beautiful but alone.

But also because,

She called herself Aurora.

Aurora,

The most pleasant time of the day.

Aurora,

The most peaceful time of the day.

And also Aurora,

Who awaits,

Till dawn comes her way.

                                -Raechel Thara Davids