When The Sun Rises Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

When the stunning sun cordially rises,
The morning drops of the dew sluggishly fade,
As the slinking tide of hope rises,
All and sundry graciously pick a spade,
A spade to spade away the debris of the night,
In order to scoop the beauty of the light,
A dazzling blossoming of cognizance,
A recipe for imminent reconnaissance,
Indisposed, reluctant, not set for the fierce fight,
Irradiating, magnificent bright light,
Break free from the encumbrances of the night and be free,
Free to amiably climb the drooping fruit tree,
To diligently deliver roses before the sun is down,
For nobody needs the roses when the sun has gone down,
Working for the elegant, rolling, flowing gown,
The menu, a big chunk of hope for breakfast,
The schedule, a great task to achieve so fast,
The expectation, a peaceful home at dusk,
The outcome, an unknown and enervating task,
With a hope so stout, for the magnificent miracles,
With an urge so sturdy, to kick the denigrating obstacles,
This is the scorching urgency of now,
To access the vaults of opportunity just now,
With anticipation, the companion of imminent power,
And Hope, the mother of success to the tower,
With bated breath, the whirlwinds of change blow,
Streams of the riches of freedom meticulously flow,
The winds blow toward the land of prosperity,
The waters flow to the land copious opportunity,
From the island of abject poverty,
To the vast ocean of material prosperity.