The majesty of darkness
And the anticipation of coming light;
A watercolor painting of silver shadows;
The questioning songs of morning birds;
A sky like a crystal bottle filled with a clear sea;
The light splashing across the horizon;
The earth spins to welcome the sun,
Who is late to receive her guests;
The dancing fire set on my muddy eyes;
The opaque clouds escaping my lips;
The crisp and chilling air lacing around clean lungs;
The sun arranges her skirts and rises higher;
And this was my morning.