Red Sunrise Poem by Ryan Brodesser
Red Sunrise
Do you hear those robin sing?
listen to the the rustle in the trees?
It is the beginning of a beautiful thing
See the mountain shudder at the early morning breeze.
the stream chuckles through rock and shale
and the dewy dawn burst fresh and unworn
light creeps through wood and dale
the day has been reborn
all I see as I awake
with bright fresh light in my eyes
it starts path I take
with this new red sunrise
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5/7/2024 4:44:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully done poem. Sunrise is, indeed, a beautiful thing to see. Usually, I'm not an early riser, but sometimes the birds awaken me early and I do look for the sunrise. It's quite an experience.