Sunrise

Sunrise

 

Sunrise.

End of night.

Day anew.

Sunlight filters through grass.

Reflections off puddles.

Like memories of times past.

With each sunrise,

Life begins again.

A fresh start, like kindergarten.

Children run and play.

Parents hope for futures unknown.

With each sunrise, new hope stirs.

Sunrise.

This poem along with the image are available in my shop.

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