The Arising Sun

Early in the morning,?Saturday arising like petals opening out from a roomy bud. I wake up into a welcoming serenity. The chanticleer is crowing in the distance, warning away the crawling critters of the night as they swiftly creep away into their burrows from approaching daylight. The minstrels of birds that nestle on a willow tree outside my window join in the chorus to herald the approaching brightness of the rising sun. I smile at this privilege to grace this wonder by nature's most pristine. Drawing aside the blinds, I peep to admire the artistic presentation on the horizon, where the sun is emerging similarly. Then picking up the guitar, I begin strumming the celebration of hope with the song of the sun, for a shred of evidence for the world prior engulfed in darkness, is once again opening on a clean slate to launch itself for nothing but greatness. Yes, there's always a chance to start over afresh and make a brand new end. By keeping hope alive, the rays will stretch and scatter every minute particle of darkness into a peaceful day.