First there is a hint,
Then comes a gregarious festival of colors,
The hot reds,
The alluring pinks,
And the powerful purples,
Then the orb ascends,
Its brilliance overwhelms,
The light takes over the darkness,
The truth basks in illumination,
As the earth does in sunrise,
A glorious summoning for all things alive,
An invintation to all things pridefull,
Lovely blossoms,
Busy bees,
Joyous avians,
Green trees and bustling mortals of all sorts,
Rejoice in unison at this beautiful morn.