The Morning Sun 

By Pollina Chistyakova

A whisper lies deep below the earth’s ground

A slow stream glides along the endless road having no set end

Flowers dance quietly in the wind, swaying from side to side

It is dark, but a light, visible on the horizon, 

slowly peeks its way through the ground

Water gushes between hills,

splashing against the enormous rocks

Hoot Hoot

An owl screeches in the distance before going to rest 

A small shadow starts to sight on the sand shore

Sounds of animals’ feet begin to make themselves heard 

far in the deep forest

While the sun quietly rises at the heart of the earth 

The ground begins to warm as rays of sunshine hit the soil 

It is morning and everything has awakened

The beautiful creation of God, formed and ubiquitous