I love watching the sun come up

The skylines seem to  shimmer

The earth is black, the weeds streaking the edges of the earth

While the fire of the rising sun colors everything in its path.

The air seems to drift with the glowing sky

Sounds carry further in the early morning air

The God(s) have given us marvelous tools to live this life we live.

The patches of shadow, are always lit from above

The darkness fading into light.

The magic of a new, new day!

From my world to your heart,

Linda