The Sunrise in Every Season

it is early in the morning

the grass is wet with dew, and there is a bunny in the far corner of the yard

i sit in a chair. it is high off the ground; my feet only graze the wet grass

the sun is turning pink, yellow towards the bottom

my family is asleep

i wonder if they know i'm not in bed

i almost like the idea that they don't

the clouds puff and swell around the sky, turning every color

barely 30 minutes pass and it is over

the birds are singing and the apples in the trees are red

it is a beautiful summer and an even more beautiful sunrise

it is early in the morning

the leaves crunch under my feet, and there is a pumpkin in the far corner of the yard

i sit in a chair. it is high off the ground; my feet only graze the crisp leaves

the sun is soft and yellow, a beautiful accent to the red and orange trees

my family is asleep

i wonder if they know i'm not in bed

i almost like the idea that they don't

the clouds are dark around the sun, promising an ominous and graceful day

barely 30 minutes pass and it’s over

the sun is warm even as the air is chilly

it is a beautiful autumn and an even more beautiful sunrise

it is early in the morning

i have to wear boots to protect my feet from the gentle bed of snow, and there is a snowman in

the far corner of the yard

i sit in a chair. it is high off the ground; the blanket wrapped around me only grazes the wet snow

the sun is white, an blurring in with the pink and blue sky, with the grey clouds

my family is asleep

i wonder if they know i'm not in bed

i almost like the idea that they don't

the clouds blend into the sky; i cannot tell where they end and the sky begins

barely 30 minutes pass and it's over

i am shivering in the cold, and my nose is running

it is a beautiful winter and an even more beautiful sunrise

it it early in the morning

the ground is cold under my feet, a leftover chill from the winter. there is a flower growing in the far

corner of the yard

i sit in a chair. it is high off the ground, and i let my feet graze the dandelions

the sun is pastel, the color diluted in the season, and the clouds are calm and numerous

my family is asleep

i wonder if they know i'm not in bed

i almost like the idea that they don't

the clouds stand out, silvery white against the soft blue sky

barely 30 minutes pass and it's over

it is a beautiful spring, and an even more beautiful sunrise

it is early in the morning

i don't know why im awake

it could be because i did not sleep the night before

i am tired

i am confused

i am scared

i want to hurt myself

yet the sun promises a new day, a new life if i want it

i love the sun, and i know she loves me

it is a beautiful life, and an even more beautiful sunrise