The Moment

Red bombards the waking sky Amidst nature's hue of tye and dye I smell the strength of the sun .....uncertainty forgone Teasing with light, spoiling for a fight dares she the ferousity of the ocean's might But gentle waves swallow her coloured echoes and lazily concentrates on fishermen's canoes From where I am, I have touched the eagle in flight And memory will not erase this sight. I soften the pace to my destination And stand too, to listen to morning's oration Does seem time stopped to reflect heavenly bliss And I?...I was created for this!