Like a yawning bird,
Spreading its wings through a cloudless sky,
A child reaching for its mother,
Waking up the nesting birds,
Your golden haze silhouetting blackened trees,
Whose bones are bare.
You stretch through the branches,
touching your awaiting audience spreading a rosy glow to their cheeks.
A beaming smile to their faces.
Day is finally here.
A beacon of hope .
Of new beginnings.