Birds take flight, against the blue Skies.
Blue Ocean waters Roar.
Waves on high, bellowing Away.
Waiting to be accompanied by a Boat,
A Cruise ship to ease that sudden Pain.
Silence all Around.
Portraying a sense of Loneliness,
Attempting to seep In.
Like a ghost of the Past,
Drifting by Nine minutes before Ten.
The Ninth hour declaring the Beginning,
A New Day…
No more Sprinkles,
Downpours or clouds.
The time is Now…
Time to Embrace each Day,
Like a new Morning Sunrise.
Step into the Light.
A Crown of Hope.
Looking forward, to the Future,
Doors of opportunity Ahead.