The world wakes covered with dew
Eyes open and scan the view
The sun in the east starts to break
I�m taken aback by the colors it makes
The world is trapped between vision and silhouette
With an early morn rain the ground still wet
I look in the sky and see the hues
Painted with dusty pinks and blues
I watch the clouds pass by in the sky
Gracefully they drift on by
The beauty as the sun break is something else
Gentle in a way but enough to make your heart melt
One of these days perhaps, we�ll know why
We can view this beauty and feel a tear in our eye
It's a wonder I can find words to say
What I see when I view the waking of day
