Poem: “Sunrise”

And in the ashes of our Souls,
The songs of our Hearts rise.

Ever-following the sun’s path,
A burning trail in the sky
Like a peacock’s fan dipped in Heaven’s ink.

Unyielding.

Unafraid.

Ever-knowing.

Night will always come,
Trying to drown us in sorrow
and fill our heads with storms.

Still, with all her glory,
Sunrise breaks through the Eastern stars
And feeds our thirst for hope.