Porch Sunrise

24 Aug

The sky is still dark,

A cool breeze blows in.

Turning it colors,

Black to blue, orange and red.

Birds call across the forest,

Crickets sing their last songs,

They all know it’s coming,

The arrival of dawn.

Then the sky shines in white,

Then yellow through the trees,

It’s the beginning of a morning,

Another day to be free.

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