Glorious Sunrise
Forgotten what it was to be alive
Then I see this glorious sunrise
Each one totally different
Today casts shadows of orange
Onto the charcoal gray whispy
Clouds
Clouds that have been painted
With an artist fan brush
Light and whispy seemingly
Stationary, Not moving an
Inch just sitting there for me
Fog not as heavy
Air slightly warmer
Shilouettes of trees
With up stretched arms
Relishing the early suns warmth
No lizzards near
Just the quiet presence
Feeling him here
He has gifted me
With the morning
The best part of the day
Help me to soak in the presence
To relax, refresh my spirit
With purpose so I can enjoy
Contentment today
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