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Sunrise

Light comes in the manner of a thief
Creeping slowly above the horizon
Darkness, loath to relinquish its hold
Menaces above this horizon
Like the feeling of an impending doom and dread

Yet inexorably the darkness yields to the light
The eastern sky passes from shades of gray to gold
As the twilight begins to spread across the sky
The land, which before was completely black
Becomes defined and finds texture

Tree and branch stand out in stark contrast
Against the ever-lightening sky beyond
Masses which were once just guessed at
Become vegetation and buildings, hills and vales
Leaves and branches, fields of grass and flowers

The clouds become fire, molten and smoldering
Lit from below like the very fires of Hades itself
The sky behind these clouds blazes forth a golden glory
That Midas would have abandoned his touch for
Melding cloud and heavens in a panorama of light

The horizon seems to cling to the moment
Hesitating to bring forth the celestial orb
Yet lo! The blackened line retreats
Before the glory of the sun, that beautiful day star
And the world, filled with light, begins anew

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