Sunrise. For Melody.


Morning riser, awake while her house sleeps.
Her hands prepare the daily bread.
Outside her window, the morning sun rises and calls her name.


But there is work to do and she is not dressed for the occasion.
Still it calls her-


Reluctantly she moves outside as the light beckons her.
She holds tightly to her safe space near the house, worried about the possible passersby.

The narrow stream of light is out of touch, but in her view.

It illuminates the nearby field and stretches into her yard, her patch of flowers.

Relentless, it calls her name.


And so as she is invited, she steps out into it’s full embrace.

She takes the risk and her perspective changes.

This once slight ray is now bright, broad and all encompassing.
Standing among the flowers, she openly basks in it’s warm glow.


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