Sunrise

In the early morning, I choose to become one with nature. Watching the sunrise, I question life.

I wake before the sun

I sit and wait for it to join me.

On the riverbank, I wait.

The grass glistens with the fresh dew.

The songs of birds fill the air,

Replacing the chirping crickets of the night.

On the riverbank, I wait.

My waiting has paid off.

A spark has lit the fire of the sky.

On the riverbank, I watch.

With time, the smoldering fire grows,

Brighter the orange and yellow flames burn.

On the horizon, a yellow orb rises into view.

"Magnificent," I whisper.

But the beauty comes not without questions.

On the riverbank, I think.

The sunrise is but an illusion.

The peeking sun is only a reflection,

The vibrant colors, simply refraction.

On the riverbank, I think.

I tell myself to ignore reason

And simply enjoy the beauty of the world.

On the riverbank, I stop.

The sky conforms to an uniform blue.

The sun warms the spring time air.

I lie down and become one with the Earth.

On the riverbank, I stop.

The End

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