The Sunrise
The Sunrise
Darkened violets
Peachy pinks
Tingeing into orange
Clouds speckled with rays
Of prismed light
Seem to stay timeless
Breathless anticipation
Crickets end their symphony of night
Birds chirp out their melody
Over a tree-spatterd mountain
Breaks the sun
Golden orange and red
And three girls sit
To watch the wonder
That is the sunrise
Best of friends
Faces pale and tan
In the dappled new light
The dew fades away
The sun begins it's climb
Into a sapphire sky
The speckled clouds move on
But the memory of beauty remains
In three friends for life
08-11-00
6:15 a.m.
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