Pink

The light pink shades of the morning sun show the dew
Sprinkled on the newly bronzed leaves of fall
The sky is shining the brightest crimson imaginable
As the cool shades of blue and warm yellow, shade the cherry sky

The green of the earth is cold and frozen
The dew, sprinkled upon the grass and the leaves, begins to thaw
As the goldenness of the sun begins to pink the clouds and the sky
Leaving the black of the night only above the dark, gloomy mountains

The warmth and life that this light ruby brings is forgotten
As the world lies asleep in bed
For those who were out in celebration the night before
The crimson only brings about a prolonged want for sleep

The reason that the pink is so soothing
And because it has been an influence so strong
Those who see its morning light
Wish only to turn around and go right back to bed
Missing the opportunity of the morning.

Thus the power of the morning prevails
With the light of the scarlet sky silencing the world
Keeping those who never got out of bed
Sleepy for the whole rest of the day