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From the darkroom of night develops a clear picture come dawn. Chantara saw it all. 

Dawn ignites the green protectors of the blacktop road, these boughs that arc into the light, these oaks in sentry duty, each one rooted into the good earth.

Dawn brings a sunlight crown, smiling upward at black heavens, feeling how the passing night welcomes her more with each minute and hour.

Sun rays come as nature's easel, giving brilliant colour to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night.

Passed leaf, upon moss softened rock, come the sun rays that were promised us by the starlit sky.

There are days the dawn proceeds as if it were not ready to come, yet schedule demands and entrance, and so the sun rises all the same.

The dawn brought with a new freshness to the light, as if the world been upgraded to some higher definition.