A short poem...

SUNRISE

The wind blew, 
leaving the trees to sway,
Bright orange leaves,
on a path gently lay.

Down a tender leaf,
goes a dew drop sliding,
to call upon the sun rays,
behind the mountains, hiding.

Fresh beautiful flowers,
blooming in the daylight,
awakening little creatures,
for, gone was the night.
                          
                            - Alina