I see the sun rise 

The birds sing their soothing song 

The pearl clouds awaken 

And the fluorescent blue sky, moving as slow as a sloth 

I rise from my supple bed 

And see a golden field giving me thoughts of people who are less fortunate than 

Me  

The wind roared triumphantly 

The whistle of the breeze on the white peak of a mountain 

The fearless eagle squawks intimidating  

Anything alive 

The crash of the waves 

Destroying anything in its path, 

The composed coral reef  

As colorful as can be  

But at the end of the day the night takes over  

And everything goes silent