The bright moment of sunrise
flowed over the landscape
with a surge of strength and power.

The day began as the last had ended:
full of beauty; full of grace.
Instead of flooding the valley,
the rain nourished the soil.

I didn’t know how to take the light,
I have been gradually adjusting to its love.

Now my days are full of joy and friendship.

William Wayne Smith

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Original image: Breezy Sunrise. By Un-Alien-able [Image License]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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