The sun is behind the mountain, <br />Trees black against the red, <br />Like fingers stretching from red to white. <br /> <br />Half the scene is black, <br />The other red to gray. <br />With stars here and there, <br />Venus commands the sky. <br /> <br />No ball of fire, <br />Just subdued hues, <br />Every color shown, <br />And the deer are coming <br />Into view. <br /> <br />And quiet, oh so quiet, <br />I can almost hear <br />The sunshine breaking <br />Across the Blue Ridge <br />And down so slightly <br />To the shining Shenandoah. <br /> <br />Where the scene is completed, <br />With reverence and awe, <br />With beauty overwhelming, <br />Another day becomes. <br />Another showering sunshine, <br />Another glorious sky, <br />The sun, it rises.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-it-rises/
