f i could paint you a picture
i reckon it would be of a sunrise
probably purple and magenta
passionate colors
sunsets are seen by everyone
only the folks with insomina or a trap line to pull
or a fish hooked
will ever see the sunrise
as the light comes on
everything changes
long shoots of golden grass
the ripples in the water
trees tall with the sway of life
your audience
it lives within you and before you
The swing and sway of the breeze
the way the light bounces off of the water
in a moment
time rolls by with the tide
your moment is coming
it can not be stopped
glorious gracious and grinding
your moment may be an instant
it may take a century
but it comes
as sure as the tide rolls in and out of this world
and into the next
forever