Sun, rising in the East.
The giver of life to everything.
Not one creature, or flower, or two-legged monster,
Can ignore the power of the light.
The trickling water, glistening with
Still, serene, calm silence of blowing wind.
Nature’s song entices all to watch.
The sun, risen high.
Upon the horizon a creature, standing.
Indistinguishable but for the light silhouette.
I ponder what it could be with excitement.
And human fear….