She Wakes In Sunrises
When the sunrise sips on an open sky,
She is skipping by.
I've not ever heard her sweet song before but she was there when dawn birds arose,
With a sweet lullaby.
A babies cry was never sweeter.
And even though the duet of her and the birds,
Built with notes of the most delicate memory,
May drift away with the distant clouds in the sky,
She will always be the most beautiful sunrise our hearts have come by.
Copyright © Amy Wallace | Year Posted 2020
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