There is always another sunrise in the horizon, at least, until the glowing hot ball burns out!” Gun Roswell

Red sky with a sunrise

It was red, burning so, the rise of the ball, in the very early morn’

Nothing more ‘gorg’ could this small being of the ground dwellers imagine then 

Than seeing this, glorious reddish tint, filling the very tall horizon

It was certainly a view to remember and to be reminded of

The power nature had on these, very, very small

And so, standing pretty much in total awe and gawk

Until the day break, did them shake, perhaps awake, but at least, urging to move on