That's That

The Sun is on my horizon approaching this brand new day. Ripples in the sea shatter my shimmering ultra-violet light. Birds sing in the air and many more are on this same flight. Rising high, the Sun makes rounds in its sweet special way. Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray. Blue skies follow suite running off the wet darkened night. Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight. Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if bitterly bent or fray. Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee, Up and on it I always rise just to shine! It is all amazing just like being me! That’s that and poof I’m all in line! No really, I am telling you that’s that! Now honestly who are you looking at? ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006