The Morning Sun
Conservation ruptures the horizon.
Morning fog to refocus the eyes in.
It slowly dissipates as the sun peeks.
Bringing joy and hope, eternally speaks.
Its light cast, onto a brand new world.
Introducing peace and warmth, fear furled.
Festive jubilation for all to see.
Rescuing paradigm, for all shall be.
Fresh emergence will come, your dawn, arise.
Beauty to behold, musings to revise.
Theological hope, will now descend.
The words of this poet, are hence left penned.
Bounteous survival, is now dispensed.
Worries and fears, now forever condensed.
3-26-20
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