Sunrise


Slowly the sun rises upon the morning breeze and the flowers wisper to awake the shadow as it silently hides
The heat cultivates the soft moist dew, it setles upon the grasses, the roads fill
The air grasps rising tension, the day begins
Your soft skin so clear of worry, no trouble in your eyes, not a care in the world as it passes you by
You live out your life content, no needs no wants
A longing or desire hidden, a guestion never asked, always lurking, wondering.. soft assumptions I do not know
No anger always at peace with yourself
As the sun sets the moon lights the sparkle in your tired eyes and one more day has passed on by but their will always be another sunrise

[Rainbow Line]