Sunrise

Peering over the horizon, sneaking up and lying low

A soft, pale yellow begins to show

These first, shy rays project a subtle light 

And cast their penetrating glow out into the waning night

From deep within their resting places, shadows begin to yawn and stretch

They emerge in contrast like the graceful lines of an artist's sketch

Beams of light glint and gleam as from the dew they are reflected

In tiny drops that leaves and grass have silently collected