Little Baby Day

A soft ray of pinkish light breaks out of the darkness.It is like a picture, a painters dream.It slashes across the sky, driving the darkness back to it's cage till evening.The colors soar like a melody of mixed voices. Red orange, yellow,purple, and pink swirll across the sky, like a invisible paintbrush, painting the pretty morning. The water from it's dip in the ocean to change colors sprinkles across the ground for morning dew. Little Baby Day is born as that ray swirls around the green field faster and more beautiful than 1,000 dancers swirling huge skirts. It is light.Golden, sunny, light, as Mother Sun glides up into the sky. A sparkling, blazing,scarlet ball, bouncig up to it's post in the sky. A new day is born and wrapped in fluffy white clouds,it sails away to greet more days.