They say that before the dawn
Is the darkest hour.
Is that why Nature in Her infinite wisdom
Splashes the most vibrant hues
Unabashed, unbridled across the skies
To mark the sunrise?
The way the crimson, the orange, the teeny sliver of violet
Swirl in perfect harmony over the grey canvas
So that we may remember
as we start the day,
That there is hope
And beauty
And infinite possibilities,
Despite the darkness and the unknown fears
that the night drew over us.
I must confess -
there aren’t many sunrises
that I have borne witness to.
But each time I have
The sunrise soars over me to remind me,
That there is glory in starting all over again,
And that as a child of that same wise nature,
that brings this gift of dawn to me,
I too have the perfection and beauty of the morning sky
despite the shadows I cast.
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