Dawn breaks across the horizon,
Painted in red and orange hues,
Possibly the most beautiful thing in the world,
I’m only looking at you.
Fields blow in the breeze,
Cool and serene behind closed doors,
But I don’t need the touch of the wind,
It could never match yours.
Rivers flow,
Birds call,
These songs are great,
But yours is the greatest of all.
The sun shines,
Its beams covering the earth day by day,
But the sun is unnecessary,
When I can just bask in your rays.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Dawn breaks across the horizon,
Painted in red and orange hues,
Possibly the most beautiful thing in the world,
I’m only looking at you.
Fields blow in the breeze,
Cool and serene behind closed doors,
But I don’t need the touch of the wind,
It could never match yours.
Rivers flow,
Birds call,
These songs are great,
But yours is the greatest of all.
The sun shines,
Its beams covering the earth day by day,
But the sun is unnecessary,
When I can just bask in your rays.