Fade

Watching the colors fade with the morning.
The light washes it all away as it comes over
The horizon. Announcing day has arrived.
The songs carry on the wind, ringing it in.
Swaying to the ever revealing breeze there.
The lights from the buildings which lit up
The night slowly go away and are a distant
Memory of their congestion in what could
Be naturally shining through. It is a time of
Revealing with slow wonder, a time to stretch
The imagination, and come along to the new
Day filled with possibilities to be exposed.