Dawn

The sun lies noble in the East,
A bright orange orb of fire
Nestled away in the horizon
Like a rose opening for desire.
The dewy grass is weaved in gold
And shimmers in the waking light.
Tulips sprout in promenade,
Exuding their fragrant delight.
The trees are dashed with bits of yellow
As the wind brushes their hearty manes.
The clouds billow in the sky
Moving, somnambulent, as waves.
The day has arrived before my mind has adjusted
To the waking realities of life.
Still I dream as if a child
Finding grace in the wonders of night.