After my poem was written, I recognise something more could be done, in fact I remember two moments in that morning, when I had the marvelous vision of the milky way in the African savannah.
The first moment was, before switching the light on, a glimpse through the window of the hut we where living in.
Thousands of pairs blinking white lights,
calling for hunting through the hut window,
trying to get ready, when the boundary of night
allow the Sun King to clear the shadow.
The second one was the splendorous dawn that convert the skyline into a huge circular ball
One more dayspring is going to bloom
without any stop for life in the grassland,
as the wheel of the mill is on the move,
again the skyline, turn into the Splendid Sun.
Life is particularly important in the first and last hours of the day, as animals use them for hunting. The rest of the day is so hot, that animals rest under the trees.
