Mornings Are like sitting in A dew-dropped sunrise. Everything is fresh, And new, And glowing.
I love To just sit And exist in the morning sunrise. I love to feel itβs warm And loving embrace Surround my lifeless body.
The beautiful melodies Of the sweetly singing sparrows, The elegant beauty of the summer hue And the bustle of the breeze Remind me of a place I once called home.
As I sit in the dewy morn, I remember what was once home, Where my cold and empty bones once laid to rest. A place filled with comfort and hope Long since drowned in tears and fear.
I love to watch the sun rise. It reminds my silent heart of what once was. But, I know that come sunset My soul will once more return to its darkness.