Please read my reflection:
Sunrise
excerpt:
It was gentle weather after the rain, and the morning’s misty air, the wet earth, that dawning new day with its bright yellows mixing with the light blues, it all was the most beautiful moment. I stayed until the sunrise, and watched as the earth warmed beneath its loving eye. The grass was green, the empty field rolling on with its million stalks all straining, all reaching for the sun. We buried you by a tree, a shelter from the night’s drizzle, and left a patch of earth where the grass has yet to grow.
Upon its bough a tweeting bluebird sings, hopping along its length to the branching twigs where the creature’s little weight shakes the leaves, and a cascade of water falls like rain upon the ground. Alike my tears pour, for my great sighing’s over, but a little thing may bring remembrance, may shake my leaves, and cry I will again. Such a sweet song; those chirps fill up the heavens.
Tale Told 