My Sunrise Poem

©️2020CCOLBERT

And so the sun peeked from its bed, though it could never sneak, to overtake the darkness as the moon gave up its seat.

From just the edge it lit the thin horizon to the heights, causing a prism beamed effect of blue, pink, yellow golden light. 

The morning broke the birds alert “it’s past the time now wake, from slumbering in your cozy nests, the work is set to start.”

The animals crawl from their dens and places where they slept, while humans lay in waking sleep and rise up from their beds. 

‘Tis nature that’s more powerful than simple human might, ‘cause nature doth control the cycle that man craves to disrupt. 

You cannot set the stars in place or stop the rising sun, but you can make a mess of all things beautiful, under the sun. 

You won’t respect what you have done, once birds you cease to hear, or soil, though once fertile, only stunted growth will bear. 

So wake up to each fresh new day determined to preserve…

The beauty in the sunrise and the colors of the earth.