i get up early every morning
to witness the sunrises.
each one is different,
full of new surprises.
the world is still sleeping
under a blanket of dark,
yet the sky starts to whisper
with the song of a lark.
it’s 4:30 a.m., and night
still holds sway,
but as i bike and turn east,
a sliver of a new day.
now the sun’s starting
to regain its noble place,
as the night recedes
and turns away his face.
the colors are unique,
some you can’t even name;
God is the artist,
His brush strokes proclaim
that it’s time now for dawn,
the beginning of first light.
each sunrise a masterpiece
that banishes the night.
the world awakens slowly
in the gentle morning glow.
with every pedal forward,
my spirit starts to grow!
embracing the day’s promise
with joy in my heart,
i savor each new morning,
a perfect work of art!
every sunrise i witness
connects me to life’s grace.
in these quiet moments,
i find my true place.
peace and blessings!
