Sunrise

They sat on a rock,

feeling the first hint of colorless mist surround them.

The light quickly took form and color.

The sky went from black to gray,

to grey-blue and to a clear bluish hue,

but it was still the embryo of a day.

The gold was slow to come.

It propagated first on the sand,

invaded the surf foam

and finally climbed the rocks along the shore and caught the trees.

Real light sent shooting rays

into the air above the sea,

streaks through the distant haze,

and the low clouds picked up the theme

and restated it in pink that quickly turned vermillion.

Finally, the first hint of a red disc peeked above the horizon,

and a new day was born.