Crystal shards,
Reflect the light, of deepening dawn.
Bending colors,
The spectrum, opens up into a yawn.

Shades of rolling red,
Overlap those, of purples prides.
Gentle green compliments bashful blue,
In which, it confides.

Yearning yellow,
Twists around ornery orange in play.
All of these colors,
Spread out, into the fray.

One source of light,
These beams branch out.
Don’t close this source,
Or color,
The world, would be without.

A plain of grey,
Will hold, no honorable meaning.
The source of light,
Is the reason, worth seeing.