Jul 13, 2024
Sunrise Sometimes
The Roosters are waking each other up
Or so it seems
I am not privy to their language
So I admire from the sidelines
I hear them
Row back through each neighborhood
Each with
And
Unique
And most importantly
Unabashedly
Honestly true
To the song they sing too
This isn't a bad morning
A few hours ago I was sprinkled with rose petals
Pink like lemonade
With yellow roots-
I too know how
To embrace
My sprites
Every petal of this Rose
Sprung into this world
With purpose
In all of the worlds
And of all of the stems
It could have been
It chose this dimension
Just to spend some time with me
