Low and behold daybreak. The event that pains my soul and puts a daisy in the soil. The event that awakes the world and highlights the dead. You may be lifeless but the sunlight will still reach the soil above your rotting head. The sun will shine and grass will grow when you are gone. The sun will rise and the sun will set when you have passed. Low and behold daybreak.
The crack of dawn lets light run along the roof tops and trickle down streets. The warm streams of air brush against the people's faces as they begin their day. The same old air for millions of years. The same crack of dawn. The same warm air. The only new thing is the roof tops. The slanted rooftops that trim down the skyline. No longer are the plains laying low letting the sun take the stage but instead the tiles are leaving the sun shy , hiding behind each and every one. Low and behold daybreak.
The trees shake and smile with the daily dosage of light beginning. Chatter and laughter from kids weaving between great natural skyscrapers. The whistling words of your loved ones passed down generation to generation. 'Make yourself happy' The giants propose 'Embrace the natural land you have, the trees, the grass, the lake'. The warm words full the words and heat up the wet mud from last night's downpour. They whisper four more words. 'Low and behold daybreak'
The grass bristles and waves back at the great ocean. Climing up the beach, the tide calms and creates a ticking effect. The world's natural clock. Though it moves slower than seconds. The sea breeze brushed your cheek and carries the sun's beams upon you as it raises from the deep blue. The warmness embraces you for another day. Another long day of work and scowls and frowns. Of laughter and smiles. Of rest and tremors. Nothing can be predicted. Nothing can be told until daybreak. Low and behold daybreak.
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CasualeI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
