You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
