Pastel colors bring the sky to life, cleanse the night with a breath of dawn. Silence broken when a baby cries, piercing the mist that cloaks the cool outside. The streets are beginning to warm, gently now daylight plays underground. Teardrops trickle down the leaves, gently now soaking the pathway of thousands upon thousands of shoes. Windows opening as the postman calls, letters to smell, letters to burn. Daily papers through the hole in the door, *** and views fill the wisdom of a million minds. Time is a measure of strain, quickly now speed is the cause of decay. Traffic is humble to crawl on your knees, pushing and pulling the tired little man in their car seat. Wake up, your conscience is calling, reality begins at night. Wake up, think what you're missing in the world of dawn. Rest your body with soothing sleep, dream of the hours you've left behind. Listen carefully for the break of day, the twilight's near, silence breaks the fantasy air. Silhouettes mingle with sky, lanterns form the ripples of morning flow by. The quietness flavours the glow, breathe it in, merge in the bliss that is blazing the warm face of gloom. Wake up, your conscience is calling, reality begins at night. Wake up, think what you're missing in the world of dawn. www.mooji.org