The Birth of Mother-Nature

I slept with the night and sadly woke beside the chill of a early morning. I will never shake the hands of time that pulled the comforting night out of my sleeping arms. For breakfast, there's nothing to me like a hot cup of sunshine with a piece of left over moon from last night. Inside frame of my window I saw a forest of rooted trees, all coated in branches green of leaves. They trembled against the chills of the morning wind as they wait patiently for a sun to born, because the sun we use to know gravely fell off the edge of the horizon and meet its demise. The echoes of every dawn are screams of silence Combined with tunes of birds. Toward the east of the white sky mother-nature finally labor and conceived a rising sun that politely shine. A rising sun that tangs skins and brightens smiles. A rising sun that have the courage to protest against the rain. A rising sun with rays of hope.