The 5am Call of Nature
The birth of each new morning
like magic before my eyes
unveiling for a first time
over and over again
a sun unhurriedly rising,
patient in the flow
of everlasting time.
In that one early morning hour
when nature yawns and stretches
coming to life ever so slowly,
we get swept up in the twilight zone
when time seems to stand still
and for at least a moment
we're standing at the edge of timelessness
where everything seems possible.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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