Dawn
By Madriar
I rise early to the first beams of sunlight peeking through my bedroom window. Out of my bed, I race outside coat in hand, to greet the new day. The soft grass tickles my feet as the dew seeps between my toes. Up the hill I run, toward the bright light of the sun rising in the East. The stars and moon fade into the dark sky, back into their silent slumber. I sit and watch the colors of red, yellow, and orange dance across the ever changing horizon. The fears of yesterday disappear and the hopes of a new day rise with the dawn. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 12:56 PM PST 10 • 0 • 13
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