Sunrise

The Morning Sun comes,
The Sleeping birds awaken,
World bathed in sound.

Rays reaching out now,
Fingers touching all they see,
Yet humans sleep.

Do they even know?
What's happening while they dream?
The world awakes.

Happens without you,
Without most people's notice,
But I have seen it.

The birds have seen it.
They are now a part of it,
The Sun rises now.