The Morning Sky
The sky is clear; filled with darkness
Specs of light gently brighten its canvas
Where the sky and earth meet
Far off in the distance, the darkness changes
Light begins to make its appearance
The darkness forced to recede
As it can only appear
In the absence of light
Hues of red, orange, and yellow spring forth
From the earth and sky connection
The simplicity of light’s awe-inspiring trajectory
Hits one’s soul like a bolt of lightning
It is time to rise
The colors expand outward and in number
Shades of green, blue, purple
A rainbow of morning light
As the light continues to spread across the sky
The anticipation grows
In the process you begin to see
Where the light is most concentrated
And right before it makes its grand entrance
And only for an instant
Stillness makes its presence felt
