Sunrise

In the quiet of sunrise, a murmured serenade,

As the sun pussyfoots through the drapery of night's shade.

A material of varieties, a divine dance,

The introduction of another day, a fleeting opportunity.

Brilliant ringlets wind through the woven artwork of the sky,

Pursuing away shadows, saying farewell to the murkiness.

The skyline becomes flushed with tints untold,

As sunshine unfurls its privileged insights, a story to be told.

An orchestra of birds welcomes the morning sparkle,

Their tunes were a recognition of the sun's warm glimmer.

The world stirs in the golden hug,

Nature's fine art is painted with lovely elegance.

Each beam, a painter's brushstroke overhead,

A show-stopper of light, getting the viewer's attention.

The earth breathes out in the sun's delicate kiss,

A second suspended in unadulterated, immaculate ecstasy.

However, this scene is transitory, a transient daze,

For the sun, a vagabond starts its day's development.

However, in this dawn, a commitment is spread out,

Of trust reawakened and an unfathomable, brilliant world.