Orange

The sunrise paints me
in a half-sleep, unprepared
for the daylight's touch.

Birdsong filters in,
a comforting welcome that
coaxes me to rise.

A meditation
and a few words on a page
bring my mind to life.

Rays caress my cheek.
The world comes alive once more,
Swept by orange waves.

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