Rising Sun

The rising sun is as a blazing fire Casting red on the clouds of dark gray Clouds rippled as the sands on shore Or as a giant clam shell in its white and gray Sailors would take warning on this nippy Morning for the sun has risen red The colors constantly change soon demise Brevity of life soon gone..not like the sun In one little spot Eagle outline seen Swiftly he's gone like moving breeze Life similiar never remains same For now the color has changed..to gray