In the quiet of the morning,
Before the world awakes,
The sky begins to brighten,
As the day begins to break.
A promise of new beginnings,
A chance to start anew,
The sunrise brings new hope,
And endless possibilities too.
The sky is painted orange and pink,
As the sun begins to rise,
The beauty of this moment,
Is truly a sight for sore eyes.
The birds start to sing their songs,
As the day begins to unfold,
The promise of a new day,
Is truly worth its weight in gold.
So let us embrace this moment,
And cherish it with all our might,
For the sunrise brings new hope,
And fills our hearts with light.
About the Creator
The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato5 days ago in Fiction
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