Crisp Sunrise

It was actually chilly out this morning

With the sun rising high

Creeping over the mountain

With such beauty and light.

It was a little damp

But peaceful and calm

There is no doubt

The cicadas were singing

And the birds dancing all about.

The sky shades of pink

Of purple and grey

Shades of blue

As on comes the day.

The moon is slowly fading

Into the bright light

The streets start moving

Busy people going about their life.

I often wonder

How many people see

the beauty in each sky

Or is it just me

Am I that odd

And different beneath?

But as I think hard

I decide I hope I’m wrong

I hope they see it

Because to not know it’s love

Would be such a tragedy

Missed moments in time

Never to return.