Post from Michelle:
Every morning at 4 a.m. a bell rings, calling us away from our dreams. Night still lingers, the moon still shines, and it will be another three hours before the sun's rays arrive.
I watch the slow change as darkness flows to color - purple to blue, green to gold. We all stand in awe and respect as the sun makes its spectacular morning appearance. There is stillness in the air as the giant orange ball floats above the pond and a midst slowly rises off the water.
It's a great way to start each day.
I watch the slow change as darkness flows to color - purple to blue, green to gold. We all stand in awe and respect as the sun makes its spectacular morning appearance. There is stillness in the air as the giant orange ball floats above the pond and a midst slowly rises off the water.
It's a great way to start each day.
Nature's first hue is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early bud's a flower
But only for an hour.
Then Eden sank to grief
As leaf subsides to leaf,
As dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
By Robert Frost