I see the sun rise,
With closed eyes I’m awake,
The chirp of the early morn,
Music a cue for the curtain of light,
The last night breeze, bringing in a sliver of bright,
To face the coloured world before an end in the night.
The long stifled stretch, the lost dreamy gaze,
The rested blinking orb to the gentle early blaze.
Freshness in the air a welcome to the day
Dew drops on leaves tears not grief but gay.
The flora in bloom and fauna still blooming,
The early bird has risen and above the ground zooming,
A wind that gives the trees its beautiful calm sway,
The graceful way to see them, in their play
Beauty in the new a lesson in the old,
A day grown more, more wise and bold.
Ready with arsenal to march in with pride,
To take the rose with the thorn in one magnificent stride.
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