Rise
like the sun.
Paint your hue across
the open sky.
Drench the trees
in the luster of your dreams,
they thirst for renewal.
Stroke the fields,
they wear morning’s jewels
also yearning for your touch.
The water,
she too longs for your dancing feet,
scintillating,
enthralling,
softening the wanderer
weary from midnight’s grip.
