Today, I watched the sunrise.
I remembered a dawn from long ago.
The fading moon has fled the sky again.
My eyes reviewed the dome above me.
The sky is always beautiful.
As a bird called, I looked up.
As it crossed the lake, it was free.
It is rare that I wake up in time.
When I see the morning light,
the day is special and full of joy.
W. Wayne B.