17 September 2012
Colours burning through the sky, It seems the air's on fire: Reds and blues and even greens, A gorgeous morning pyre.
Blending in and blurring lines, A blurry haze of bright: Waking up to this, I know, It is no longer night.
The birds, black dots against the scene, The trees, adorning parts, An oh-so-lovely morning sun, That captures many hearts.
Sun Rise • Opuss № I