The gripping sunshine creeps slowly over the hill
There is no movement, everything is still
It illuminates the field, shining through drops of frost
My breaths are slow and deep, turning into mist as they leave my body
The day is being born; I can hear birds in a nearby tree
The rays of light are warm upon my skin
I get a tingling feeling, like being poked with a pin
The sun, now a full circle, rises high
The beautiful sight brings a tear to my eye
It runs down my cheek, glistening in the light
Later I shall return to watch it fall, turning the sky into night
(C) Hannah M Lee 2010
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