The slim little girl stood so brave,
With sleepy eyes that searched for morning light,
In silence deep, the kitchen's warmth to crave,
Yet found it bare, a still and empty sight.

The sun would rise, its gilded rays would creep,
But now alone, she pondered her own dreams,
A world outside, so wide, so bright, so deep,
In whispered thoughts, she wove her future schemes.

The quiet hum of home was yet to bloom,
With every tick, the promise of the day,
She felt the pulse of life dispel the gloom,
In solitude, her heart learned how to play.

Though shadows couched within the morning air,
A fleeting hope would chase away despair.

Tomaž Jevšenak