Rising Sun

writing about the stars, the sun, and sky

In the early morning sky

 I wake up each day to see the wonders of the vibrant sun

 beating down on all of us as we begin our journey through the day ahead.

 Upon first glance with our star so low it appears to be nothing a mystical woe,

 but upon second look I feel breathless, weak at the knees waiting to begin anew.

 The sun rays dance like a tree top shutters in a powerful storm

 invoking the true season of the sun.

 I Succumb to temptation like everybody else

 and adhere to the melodious tune of the news day’s sun