Painted Sky
One does not wish to wake up before the sun each day
But in doing so,
We witness the beauty that lies in the upcoming moments:
The dawn.
Something new that welcomes us each morning:
What lies ahead
All of the possibilities and opportunities that are
In that space.
And as we feel this beauty, we can appreciate
And reflect,
And as the sun goes down each day, giving a quiet goodbye,
We see its beauty once again.
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