Just another day...

Every morning we're greeted by
The crimson edges that ring the sky
A cool crisp breeze to bide the time
And a warm reverie of days gone by.

I wonder sometimes if others find
The time to sit and wait and think
And see that in their busy lives
This is a rare, sacred time.

In the solace and the peace
Judgment at least takes a pause
And we gape in wonder, and in awe
Before us at the brilliant dawn.