Early Morning Rising Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pale light of an early morning rising over the horizon,
peeking shyly about at humanity, looking to see if they
have awakened as yet.

Such diversity and experiences a rising sun must be see-
ing all over the world every time a sunrise is expected
of it.

A tantalizing array of thoughts enters this mind at the
prospect, curiously searching for the bottom line of
what the sun may or may not be thinking on a daily basis.