Sunrise Symphony

Pale fingers of light
Pierce the velvet sky
The strings begin to tune
All is quiet in a sigh.

A pinkening on the horizion
The conductor lifts his hands
A lightening of the air
The awe sunrise commands.

And then we see a glimmer
Along the far off mountains
The cellos start to play
Cascading notes in fountains.

As the sun climbs higher
A crescendo of light and sound
Rises to meet the morning
In its brilliance we are drowned.

Shades of purple, pink, and gold
Fling themselves across our vision
The Symphony crashes over us
Each color and note with precision.

As we watch the colors fade
Our hearts begin to quiver
The sun has risen and climbs the heavens
The music now is over.