The Sun. As it rises. It’s soft, billowing yet distinctive shades of orange.

Underneath a sky of pure blue, and clouds puffy and true.

The trees are softly rustling, singing their song to the sky.

As the Sun rises another shade appears, a shade of glorious lemon.

It appears as if you could grab it out of the air, place it on your tongue and taste nature.

How all of life used to be.

As it rises higher into the pure blue sky, that is when the two colors mix.

Causing a radiant blend of vibrancy. Glistening against all that will embrace it.

Then as soon as you take a deep breath of fresh clean air, the sun is above.

The awakening of the day has been completed. It is the morning’s time.

So we must wait for a new day, again, to watch.

As the Sun rises.