AntonyJoseph
Newbie
The morning breaks the silent blue,
a sudden rush of liquid gold,
that paints the waking world anew
and warms the shadows deep and cold.
It does not ask if you are ready,
nor wait for darkness to retreat
it simply burns, precise and steady,
and fills the empty sky with heat.
A reminder written in the sky,
above the clouds of doubt and gray:
no matter how the storms pass by,
the light is never washed away.
So turn your face toward the fire,
and let the heavy shadows fall;
the sun needs nothing to inspire
the way it rises over all.
a sudden rush of liquid gold,
that paints the waking world anew
and warms the shadows deep and cold.
It does not ask if you are ready,
nor wait for darkness to retreat
it simply burns, precise and steady,
and fills the empty sky with heat.
A reminder written in the sky,
above the clouds of doubt and gray:
no matter how the storms pass by,
the light is never washed away.
So turn your face toward the fire,
and let the heavy shadows fall;
the sun needs nothing to inspire
the way it rises over all.