Painted Sunrise

• Danielle Hoskins, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

I slowly travel up the hill
With the cool night still around
I wait for it every time
For that bright glowing colour to be found

I stand on the edge of the hill
As the wind wisps around me
The sun slowly begins to rise
As I gaze out as far as I can see

The sun paints colour on the fields
It makes the water glitter and shine
Awakening all of life to a new morn
As it sheds light to every little pine

Tripping across the pavement
Through every crack it seeps
Opening each flower's petals
As it comes up the hill it weeps