When i look at the morning sky i can  see an array of many colors. An ombre of hues as yesterday becomes today, until today becomes tomorrow. And in this atmosphere here is the bright yellow of a new day. The fiery red for the passionate hearts of those fighting to see tomorrow. The vibrant orange that immerses you in the joyous laughters in life. The humble pinks. A mere blush over the horizons, dancing across the sky for every sweet moment. In the deepest of blues as night turns to day, there is the fading away of the evening sky and the burning balls of fire a million miles away that gave you sparkles of light in your starry eyes. As I see the sunrise every morning I think to myself "This day made new...is my gift from God." This is why I praise him.