If you don't rise, how will we be at the end of the day
It's what makes a day complete when our colors change
We know your presence ushers in time
As you splash your colors across the horizon for lovers to imagine
When you rise for some, you will be at the end of the day for others
You are always there beckoning us who are here
Enveloped by your presence, we live so as not to escape
You determine our days, as we look back to when we rose
And yet you were the same, we just saw how you look at different times
Following your example, we do look different with time
And now with the wind in our faces, you in our view
We remember when we were young, and smile at our follies
You rose, a joyous welcome is heard in the songs of the rooster
All present take note of your healing presence
Like you, we were high in our skies as a world looked on in wonder, admiration
At the end of our days, looking back as our rays descend, only to rise for others
A world awaking with you, at twilight, settling under covers of light
Her skin soothed at morn, warmth at noon, silhouette at night
Cries are heard amidst your setting, by all things known and dear
Intently, breathlessly, look for familial colors, welcome another order to appear
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.