Staying Up 'til Sunrise

The morning sun rises peacefully 

and the birds begin to play.

The soft glow of pink and red turns 

to orange, beginning a new day.

The world sounds still…

I think to myself, just for a second,

how lucky I am to be blessed 

with life on this beautiful spinning planet,

with soft clouds and shimmering green grass and —

A lone white flower I’ve spotted seems to have somehow grown

in the stillness with nothing but nature surrounding it.

Completely on its own.

 

I stand silently now in the middle of it all

an observer

a third party

and like a young lady 

showing off a dress worn for the first time

I watch the world twirl for me.

As she displays for me, all her glory

I dare not move or touch a thing

that would disturb 

this beautiful awakening.

 

But its time I got some sleep, and the 

unfortunate thought of forsaking the lady,

and the moment I’ve discovered myself a part of,

is certainly one that I dread

but nevertheless I shuffle off to bed,

grateful to dream of the wonderful lady

that is the picture of the world

now, forever in my head.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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