By- Traci Taylor
Gratitude comes from within the sunrise,
not the sunset.
The dew of morning lingers momentarily,
time is never endless.
Moments take years to appreciate,
it’s never what is expected.
Hope is what remains for the innocent,
the cynics surrender early.
When the sky is like an oil painting,
the dreamers rejoice.
Vulnerability is rewarding,
but only appreciated when the sun disappears into the ocean.