inexpressibly beautiful
about the world
when the sun begins to rise
and fill the dim sky
with soft rays of light
and only the birds are awake
to sing to you "good morning"
while everyone else
is curled up in their beds
unaware of the magnificence
they're missing
and everything feels so simple
it's as if six a.m. is an epiphany
that sparks at your fingertips
and spreads until
you are encompassed entirely
by a feeling of clarity
there is something
inexpressibly beautiful
about being awake to behold
the splendor of this world
while everyone else
is still asleep
- m.k.
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