Sun Rise

Morning sounds arising
It's the pulse of a new day
Looking out my window
The colors are a bright display

Between the time of darkness
Comes the new dawn
Birds everywhere are singing
Singing the morning song

Feelings come from the horizon
Like streams of graffiti strips
My psyche feels the changes
A smile is on my lips

There's that golden orb
Blinding us in its glow
It's going be the best of days
In my heart I truly know

Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell