Symphony Of The Sunrise

The nebulous night lifts the onyx veil up the crimson crown of the sky, for the dawn to drizzle golden sequins on the halcyon horizon, paint purple the mauve meadow for the dreaming dew drops to create the lattice of luster, where the harmonic hues dance to the glitter of the garnet shine of the saffron sun. In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the intriguing fawn fringe of the future obscure, the tantalizing trellis of sunrise tinge pulsates with dormant delight of the forlorn tree transfixed, silhouetted in tranquil trance against the daybreak skyline of transient romantic radiance, witnessing the surreal show of the fleeting first flash of the sunburst day. The satin shadow of cinnabar cloud melts, graces my fluid face of fantasy, making your hibernating heart feel my sun-soaked love flows within with the cadence of kaleidoscopic colors, rippling through you with elegant elan. Like a wet leaf drenched by the shower of rhapsodic rain, rinsed by the nascent sun’s glint, you glow grandeur. With the dawn of the dulcet day, blushing with flowery flamboyance at the edge of drifting darkness, the ethereal sunrise spectrum spins the solar strings in the convoy of cloud turned violin. It’s time for the beguiled birds to leave their nostalgic nest, ride on the resplendent rays of the sliding scarlet sun. They glide with avian concerto on the wings of the whistling wind, over the gilded wisps of cloud strings, compose the symphony of the sunrise.