Good Morning
A dim light begins as fingertip streaks in the sky above me.
The sun peaks one eye over the edge of the horizon.
Satisfied,
She begins her climb upward to the heavens
Now water-colored in shades of blues and pinks.
The air is still as the Earth awaits the Sun's arrival.
She shines majestically from her perch,
Caressing all with her warmth and goodwill.
***
The sleepy forest comes alive with sound.
Creatures,
Large and small,
Are busy with the tasks of the day.
A soft wind filters through the leaves,
Drying the morning dew,
Assisting the trees in their daily coiffure.
The Sun's smile makes its way between the boughs,
Leaving shadowy patterns that dance
On the moss covered forest floor.
All make ready to greet the new day.
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