Sunrise

Sunrise, it is.

The sun rose yesterday and is rising,

Every day.

Through the thick canopy,

Of the elevating timber;

The vast horizon

Of the never pausing, infinite ocean.

A spectacular panorama it is.

Sunrise, it is.

A new beginning,

Full of endless opportunities.

Once: only once you need,

To make it up;

Or mess it up.

Sunrise, it is.

A new day they say;

Should I spend this fine day

Creating memories

Or shall I pass it out,

Reminiscing, lamenting?

Of the precious moments of the past?

Sunrise, it is.

New light.

Eternity?

A forever of

My dear friend;

Uncertainty.

Shall I prosper?

Or will it be my demise?

Sunrise, it is.

A unique dawn.

A different era.

I shall succeed,

Make peace;

Of thoughts:

Of demons inside.