Sunrise

Emerald grass kissed by morning dew

a bright, but serene sunrise just ahead

glorious gold embracing reds and orange.

Breathing in air untouched by smog

viridescent trees create oxygen just for me.

A chair quietly rocking, hot cup of coffee in hand

I enjoy this view more than anything

it brings me peace.

Some mornings I loudly groan

don’t want to leave the bed that wraps me in it’s warmth

it’s comfort is almost unsurpassable.

But as I rub the sleep from my eyes

I remember there is someone waiting for me.

Mr. Sun is rising as I am

nothing beats his beauty.

So I rise, knowing I don’t want to miss this view.