By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
I’d be lying if I were to wake up for the sunrise,
But to witness it unfold, like a phoenix that awoke from its
slumber,
A warm and radiant color adds life to the clouds.
The orange kissed sky smooches my eyes,
Like a droplet, from pieces
starry night.
A wisp of the moon is
all there is,
Leaving its glow like
a farewell kiss.
As trees encapsulate the
shadows of day,
They stand with its beauty, a poignant stage.
A new beginning is what I’d like to say,
Yesterdays sun had set, giving life to this chapter’s play.
