#nobusywork

The Sun Rises

The Sun Rises

and the trees 

with its roots in this earth

hold onto the rocks

and all the green things

wait for this sun

cool and orange

to break the horizon

in the silent glory of still air

and slow time.

The sun rises

and for the birds

the beauty is too much

they have to sing

so they open their beaks

and sing songs of praise

praise for the trees 

praise for the insects 

that fill their small bellies

praise for the sun

and the soft air

under their wing,

and time starts again.

What is it?

What is it that works

That works for you in this world

between these sunrises

of this short

fragile and precarious life.