This poem allows you, the reader, to choose how you want to experience the serenity that surrounds a sunrise. If you want to take a walk on a snow-covered landscape, bundle up with your balky coat, scratchy scarf, and read SNOW. If you want to take a walk on a sandy-covered landscape, layer on the lotion, slide on the sunglasses and read SAND.

SNOW
Cool, crisp breeze takes my breath away

I sit among dull crystals
Both of us anticipating, needing, wanting the spark of fire

Silent and tranquil, like a sleepy child,
Slowly opening an eyelid to peek at the new day

The sun, with arms opening wide across the endless horizon,
Awakens the light we withhold from the night.

Blowing, spraying waves of white rolling across the ground

I sit transfixed
As the serenity of a sunrise surrounds me and renews my soul.

SAND
Warm, wet breeze makes it hard to breathe

I sit among dull crystals
Both of us anticipating, needing, wanting the spark of fire

Silent and tranquil, like a sleepy child,
Slowly opening an eyelid to peek at the new day

The sun, with arms opening wide across the endless horizon,
Awakens the light we withhold from the night.

Blowing, spraying waves of white crashing across the shore

I sit transfixed
As the serenity of a sunrise surrounds me and renews my soul.