It's morning now.
And I know this from how rays of light peek through my curtains, and spill on to the floor of my room.

It's morning now.
And I can tell from how the eastern sky bursts with gently yet vivid colors, unknown by any colored pencil or paint.

It's morning now.
And it's clear because a magnificent body of orange rises from behind the horizon, as if it was hidden away in the night.

It's morning now.
And I am joyful to see my most adored star climb into the newborn sky of another day.

This is morning and this is my sunrise.