Gina's New Voices Contest ~ January 28, 2025
As I awake from night's deep sleep morning light begins its grand sweep. Across the skyline, it unfurls as dewdrops hang like strands of pearls. Resembling tears, not those of grief, they quench the thirst of each dry leaf. On prismed drops they drink their fill as sunlight climbs above the hill. My flowers sup from Nature's tap. Their petals cupped so they could lap the nurturing moisture of life when lack of rainfall brings them strife. Sun has risen and morning broke. In the sky is a golden yolk. Its warmth has spread over the Earth. Each day is likened to rebirth. Twilight will find sunlight fading. Its hours are quickly abrading, but darkness will never hold sway~ Luna will not be kept at bay. With us, moonlight shares her soft glow, ruling the tides that ebb and flow. One more day that tells the story of nature in all its glory.
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