The dawn creeps up from beyond the trees,
Cutting sharp silhouettes out of indistinct shadows.
The horizon is a blur of pink and gold, which fades into pale blue
And then into a still dark purple.
There’s beauty in the sunrise, but magic in the clouds.
They cast dark shapes above the horizon,
Painting pictures in the early morning light.
A killer whale breaches waves of water vapor,
While a pirate ship bursts forth from fog.
A manta ray is flying across the horizon,
And a swordfish leaps into the air to strike a pose.
There’s a pelican sitting above the treeline,
And the ship’s captain is calling for a toast.
An ocean outlined by the dawn won’t last forever,
Or even for an hour,
But it will always be remembered.