The sun rises every morning
At the appointed time
It happens every morning
Even when no one sees the rising
It is a spectacular happening
Day after day a beautiful event
I was there one morning
Watching the beauty of the moment
At the crack of the dawn
In the twilight zone
Feeling the chill in my bone
From the whirling wind of the dawn
The crimson carpet laid wide
Across the eastern spread
Welcoming the royal triumph
Crowing the mountain range
The golden eye peeking through
The crack in the mountain stretch
Rising from the darkened depth
The golden ball floating on the vast expanse
The lone bird’s distant call
Announcing the great event
With a clarion call
The whistle of the passing wind
The chirping of many a bird
Chiming with the surround
Staging the orchestra profound
As I watched the golden globe
With wonder and baited breath
It transformed into rings of colors
Like the chameleon changing colors
The dancing of colors led me forward
As I continued walking ahead
Guiding me with a leading light
Along the damp dusty path
Moist from the winter night
George Kunnath