The Eastern Sky
Someone dipped their fanbrush
Into the charcoal gray
Painted the sky in whispy clouds
To open up my day
They softeded the dreary color
By telling the sun to rise
Bringing a harvest of cherries
Right before my sleepy eyes
Thanks be to the benefactor
Who graced my day with surprise
How I love these charcoal mornings
With color in the Eastern sky
The sun has now painted
The clouds an apricot color
Looks like a gaint female Cardinal
Flying through the air
What a way to begin a day
With color that flies so fair
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