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.