emerging sun lights up the sky

colors are a’changing

on its way up to shine

streaming across the woodlands

rising before it’s really known

moving from blues to golds

Oh~ the glory shines

as some traveler

stopping by

but not yet really staying

morning light moves downward into the hallows

filling the mighty earth’s shadowy ground

such a soft gentle light

and the air

is summertime warm

sometimes I find

it’s hope talking to me

morning rising