Awake

Sighing imperceptibly,

He grasps at the morning's effulgence,

Digits unfurling to cup the sunrise

As it coruscates from twinkling

Gems of dew.

His back creaks and pops

As he shifts in the breeze.

The sounds of the day's awakening

Flit from his trunk to his hands--

He shuffles his roots

And soaks in the sunlight,

Whilst bundles of feathers

Whisper in his ears.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

Alright, that's it. You now have your own language. It is called Benglish.
The Benglish dictionary is full of confusing yet awesome words like "effulgence" and "coruscate".

That said, I really like this.
Good job Ben (: