A crystal clear dawn
Commences a new twirl for the burning sun,
The air so pure it tickles your lungs,
and the moon looks forlorn.
Drops of water on leaves, resembling tears,
reflect the few glowing rays of sunshine,
that announce the coda of the shady night-time,
and come down to earth like spears.
The scent of innocence lingers over the scene,
the full touch of day is yet to arrive,
unmasking the beauty of the sublime,
unveiling a vision nearly impossibly serene.
Looking from a distance at nature’s fresh face,
I see that life is sometimes dark and then again bright,
but in the end there will always be light,
finding its way to us at its own pace.
Maria was listening to ‘In My Veins’ by Andrew Belle while writing this poem.