Poem:

The sun arrives without a sound,
Spilling gold across the ground.
It paints the rooftops, warms the trees,
And stirs the sleeping summer breeze.

The windows bloom with amber light,
Chasing shadows from the night.
Each blade of grass begins to gleam,
As morning rises like a dream.

Above the fields, the bright sky sings,
Awakening the quiet wings
Of sparrows tracing arcs of air
Through glowing clouds so light and fair.

And in that warmth the whole world seems
To soften gently at the seams—
For every heart, beneath its shine,
Feels briefly hopeful, bright, divine.

Thank-you for reading

Brenda Marie