Dawn

Dawn creeps towards the horizons,
But fails to break it's light,
Hampered by the impending day,
It pauses to ignite.

Lukewarm in intensity,
And considering where it lays,
Is the light better served,
In the night or in the day?

Sunlight brings the morning,
Afternoon and evening too,
A workday, lunch hour, routine affairs,
This schedule is nothing new.

But night time brings the rest,
As the moon lights up the Earth,
Things begin to slumber and stir,
A rest enables rebirth.

But is the cycle complete,
One without the other,
Will a child not wonder why,
It claims a father but no mother?

The dawn spits out its first light,
Deciding they cycle's continued way,
Is worth the  incessant routine,
For there is no night without the day.