The Crimson Lips of Dawn
The crimson lips of dawn
Have kissed the morning sky
Making it turn red with blush
As clouds go whisping by
The colors are magnificent
With hues of orange and red
The yellow from the rising sun
Puts night time shades to bed
The ocean gives reflection
With its diamond coated waves
Pipers dance a ballet
And the seagulls act like knaves
Further in the traffic
Of the city starts to flow
The hustle and the bustle
People moving to and fro
The noise is quite abundant
There's confusion all around
There is no peace and quiet
Only inner city sounds
But then the dawn moves westward
Toward the mountains and the plains
The wheat feilds stand and wave their hands
As breezes sing refrains
This is where I long to be
When lost inside my mind
Nesting with the eagles
In a lonely mountain pine
Or camped along the riverside
Fishing with the bears
I'll build a dam with beavers
And I'll climb some mountain stairs
And I'll chase the sun. If must, I'll run
To reach the western sea
To find if crimson lips will kiss
The setting sun for me
Rockman :-)
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