Sunrise

She’s walked Onto the farm, Just as the night Moon crested the tree line. Surrounded by nature, Her thoughts, Her camera. She knew today would be the day. She would obtain Her ultimate vision of a sunrise. For the weather, perfect for beauty To behold Against the dark sky. She climbed her stand, Readied herself, For God’s ultimate show. Her thoughts, calm, As the cool breeze Rustled the trees. She nodded off Listening to the Sound of the wind. To early yet to Catch the skies Or orange and pink. But when she woke, Distinguished, Across the field Rose the beautiful sun. ©Christina M. Wilmes 1/2018