The Rising Sun
With each dawn’s embrace, The sun rises anew, A golden orb of hope, Spreading warmth across the lands, Awakening dreams of yesterday.
Clouds blush with the light, Painting the horizon, As nature stirs and yawns, In a dance of awakening, Celebrating life’s return.
Each ray a promise, Each moment a gift, As I stand in wonder, Before the miracle of creation, Unveiling in the morn.
- Konstantīns Raudive