Good Morning

The day began before sunlight
Once I opened my eyes the sky brightened
As it slowly awoke from a nights rest
And greeted me with such elegant colors
The ocean, a sky of markings from airplanes and birds that playfully danced on a cold morning
Casting written waves an endless sight
Much appreciated by an early dreamer
Each moment the day grew older and even brighter than before
The breeze was stronger leaving bones paralyzed and weak eyes weeping with each wind that blew into my visionary path
Earth is overcasted by winter and there is way out but to adapt to senseless fingertips