Like the happy thoughts bubbling up
Inside of my head,
It rises - auburn and blazing.
A slowly ascending heaven.
Every time the sun comes up,
I'm reminded of the Beauty -
The concept that is the construct
Of this apathetic - stoic society.
'Love conquers all -'
'What about world hunger?'
Yet - they are content with the small
Beauties of life
Sunrise.
Sunrise - a gold mine
Troubles forgotten for the time.
Ardent sea - devouring the darkness
Gurgling an ocean of orange.
A spectacle to behold - a canvas
Of painted fury - Beneath
paper towns - us, holding hands -
A blessing bequeathed.
