The Morning Sun

This is a short poem that proclaims both beauty and jealousy

In the stillness of the night
The sun falls into the darkness
The moon takes its place
Hiding all but one reflection

But in the early morning
When the sun lifts over the skies
Dancing upon the restless waters
The air becomes warm and crisp

Leaving not one scent of night behind
But the dew left on the lilies
As ransom of the cresent's jealousy
Toward the Morning Sun

For in its presence warmth fills the air
And all life is set in motion
At noon it reaches sky at its highest point
But then starts to fall back to Earth

So after the day is over the sun shoots off a picture
Of light and color across the clouds
As it hides behind the horizon
And the moon take its place in the sky

Only to reflect the Morning Sun once again