Upon the brightening morn of night

A short poem of morning

Upon the brightening morn of night
When the sun shines on winding stair
the leaves reflect the lightening sky
the reds of morning, the yellow of sighs

The waning hues of cooling dew
reveals a certain feeling
the wings of the flies, like fluttering eyes
rise from the waving grass

There is not a cloud in the firnament
the dome under which we live
the winds blow through the shaking branches
like shimmering life beneath the sea

Uncomparable beauty is present in nature
yet pain is also there to see
like the vastness of the diverse ocean
thus brings life to thee.