Puffy pink clouds dance across the dawning sky,
billowing pillows, fluffy, soft, so inviting, sigh.
Angels maybe resting their heads, dreaming,
as I greet this new day, colors beaming.
Picture perfect shades of dark and light,
softening, turning daylight from night.
Transformation awe inspiring, imagination grows,
stimulating words, images, rousing prose.
Needing to find the ideal phrase to capture,
words escape me, as mind fills with rapture.