When the first rays

When the first rays
of the early morning comes
I rise to meet
the new day.

The sun hangs like a big orange
beach ball in the sky
and the heat
embraces my body.

The bright new light of day
splashes over the hills
and trees
and set everything free
from the darkness of night.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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