Soft blues and pale pinks
Light streaks of yellow
Coloring over a dark sky.

The world is fresh and bright
As a new day dawns
And memories fade of the previous night.

Where once was darkness and fear
Now shines light and ease
Accompanied by a warm summer breeze
That gently ruffles the bright green leaves
On the tall oak trees.

And in that tree lives a bird
Whose feathers are made up
Of the deepest reds ever seen.

And every morning he flies from his tree
With a song in his heart he chirps out
A peaceful tune that breathed life back
Into a worn soul.

And so flies the bird
Against the pale colored sky
Like a symbol for all to see.

Maybe you are the bird
Bringing a song of morning
To my previously dark sky.