In The Morning Light

Just a poem written in the small hours of the morning.

My eyes open to greet the day
Which is good in its own way
I get up and look out the window
At the sunrise behind the mountain

The sliver of sun comes up
turning clouds into roses
and washing the grass with dew
as the sliver grows bigger

The world is bathed in morning
as the sun comes up
to start the day for us
and pass the night to someone else

Soon the sun will go down again
only to come up somewhere else
so it has been since creation
and so it will be until it all ends