The sun, it rises
Slowly at first
Just a milky-white line
At the horizon.

Outlining black hills
The watery glow
Eventually stretches itself
Farther into the black sky.

Stars disappear
As the light reaches up
Spreading silky rays,
While the horizon becomes fire.

Light becomes stronger
Watery-clear becomes gold
Glowing ever stronger, brighter,
Against houses and yards.

The sky turns blue
As light breaks through the leaves
It makes dappled shadows on the ground
A dark and light puzzle pattern.

The yellow disk makes its debut, peeking over the horizon
Filling all the world with a bright early light
Measuredly it rises
Into the light azure sky.

Day has come.