Red Skies

Red Skies

These red skies in the morning,
bring me solace to start my day,
I look forward to the rising sun,
And start this day with a prayer.

Coffee has truncated thy slumber,
Outside the birds are singing,
Chirping to an echo,
And many are flying away.

This managerial of sounds,
Marks the beginning of daytime,
It brings me much happiness,
Like the coconut tree does.

This time is inherently short,
There are so few to watch,
When I come to the Sunshine State,
I catch them during my days launch.