Sunrises

Something I wrote inspired by beautiful nature

Every early morning,

the sun begins to rise. 

It paints the sky with the most wonderful shades

that bring me to my demise.

And the cold air rushes through my bones

covering me in minty chills.

I reach out to the balcony rail, standing still.

Everything down below stands still.

My mind is the only thing working at warp speed.

It is louder than thunder,

stronger than the wind.

I plead for it to stand still.

Reviews

[Rose]

Ah it made me feel like i was standing there with the cold air on my skin, i like it!