• I watch the momentus sunrise
    It’s scarlet rays enlightening the purple sky
    In it’s wake, a new day unfolds, to my demise
    Must I take it on, and on faith, should I rely?

    Alas, I do love the stillness of the gray morning
    The crystallized dew glistening in the pale light
    The somber feeling that everything is waking
    The early birds sounding their greeting, it’s a wonderful sight

    The endless sky transforms from night to day
    In hues varying from indigo to cherry
    Not a trace that could fray
    Or a douse of flurry.
    Perfect. Morning.