I Heard the Sunrise
Just the other day
I heard the sunrise.
It sounded like a primal sympony.
Beginning creeks and bellows of
the warming group.
One could hear things both large and small.
The drums were the footfalls of
Mountains,
Constant and Pure
The rivers,
a group of calm and flowing
saxophones.
In the distance
I hear the paino
of the rolling plains.
The wind blew
and wrung
timeless chimes.
And Then.
And Then.
I Heard the voices
of the Trees.
They form a
chorus
of
sorts.
Like the congregation
of a church.
From the whistling
inbetween the saplings
to the bellows of
the ancient
willows.
And who filled
the minor parts?
why the creatures
of course.
The trombone
of
a brazen buck,
the piccolos of
flying birds.
All was ready
and then
And then
Came the sun.
It started soft and lucid,
a sound of
pure glee,
I thought I'd heard
long before.
The sound
grew
and
grew.
A tremedous cresendo,
a pinnicale
of
immolated
light.
Soon,
so very
Soon.
All other sounds
began to
fade.
Leaving the Sun
to his
grand Solo.
At the nexus of the day.
He degressed.
He degressed.
And slowly pulled away.
I could
hear
the other sounds
again.
Softly
Softly
the sun
pulled away.
Setting softly
among the
shrieling
tree
tops.
Until it was
a small
point of
fade.
All I
could
hear
was the scattering
of the fallen leaves.
As Apollo put his lyre away for yet another day.
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Submission Name: I Heard The Sunrise
