Symphony Morning

The sunrise broke free from dawn. Drum beats could be felt but never heard. Bass guitar strings wired the fiery horizon, and the lead guitarist played 'hallelujah', quietly. Clearly seen releasing imaginative music was a violinist. There were harps and horns, tambourines and quiet trumpets. Like a sponge, my soul was absorbing every musical note, and like a ship, I was sailing upon a celestial sea of harmony. It was one symphonic sunrise with the feel of heaven. It was one dream of a morning; one melodic August day. It was a real treat being graced by God between cotton sheets. I slowly arose from a deep sleep feeling restored, rested, and sweet. A beautiful dream had 'made my day' before it even began. Nothing nor anyone was going to rob me of my blessed August day. 081924PS