Sometimes, but
not nearly enough,
I listen to the sound
of birds chirping outside
my window, singing
the song of a new day.

Other times I sit with
them, and watch as the
sky bleeds with color,
painting it in shades of
orange and red.

I think my favorite part
is watching as it darkens,
lulling the world back to
sleep. Mainly because it is
then I spot the thousands
of stars dotting it, a
beautiful sight, indeed.

- E.A