As I begin to rise once again naturally with your presence
A sunrise ain’t always the same
As the seasons change in the Life phases process
I always find the joy of your light on my soul
With the Sun on horizon
A perspective angle, a visual with time
how the calm sound of quiet crisp air
A moment of silence that awakens the beauty of my perspective
As I wake to stare at such beauty for free
Sunrises growing up are less colorful in winter when everything is black and white.
I’ve always wondered is my love for the land a grieving memory
Treeblooms 
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