There has always been something magical about watching a sunrise for me. |
Morning Bliss My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands. As I entered the theater the screen door slammed My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin As my cheeks were gently tickled by the soft morning wind Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray The character of the fog silently receded from the stage Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place Presented a performance which could never be replaced From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end Yet I knew for this performance I would return again and again. With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat The blessed show of morning was now complete. Brian K. Walters |