The sunrise today told me a story, sang me a song.
It used peach hued clouds, opening to a buttercup yellow and robins egg sky, to tell me about rebirth, make a melody about peace.
I heard the wise sky as my cheeks flushed with cold and the ice crackled under my feet.
I thought about all the trouble and pain, the violence happening today in this world.
That sky said, yes, that is so, and I am also real.