i come i sit i wait
i’m drawn to the dark
but it’s not the dark
i came to see
it is a creation that happens
so frequent we take it for granted
a birth like no other
a birth only God can perform
the magic way that a day begins
the colors only a great artist could make
the hint of light a pale blue
glimpse of crimson to a almost blood red
an array of colors reflecting off the water
adding to the splendor twice fold
but it’s the ball of fire, deliverer of all life
a bright glowing red that grabs your attention
for you must watch quick
soon the beautiful sunrise
is now an ordinary day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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