The sun does the sweetest things
Why, only this morning as I stood at my door
I saw through the night and the stars
the peeking of purple, then so much more.
The clouds lined up to be infused with color,
purples and oranges, most brightly those pink.
These rose and grew before my eyes.
Just as I felt so grateful for beauty,
There rose the sun, a fire in the sky
He rose ever so slowly then suddenly was there.
Now I wonder on such a cold morning,
Why would he rise,
If only for I?