Waiting for the Sun

I am awake
Before the Sun
I realize 
I've slept enough
My bed is warm
But still I rise
And in the pre-dawn light
I listen to the stillness
It fills me, thrills me
To watch this primal ritual
As the receding grey
Slowly gives way
To a growing, golden light
Heralding a birth
The Sun is crowning now
And a new day is born
Breathless, I can only hope
That this perfect, precious day
Will never fade away
But it always does
And I am tired of being cold
Tired of growing old
Until it's time to sleep again