It\'s 4 am. Again.
The beaming sun timidly glancing its presence on the hollow crevices of my auburn curtains.
Changing the sky from its quiet, monotone indigo to an extravagant splash of deep orange, and a tint of whimsical yellow.
With the eloquent sonnets whispered by the radiant birds encapsulating my ear drums.
The sun. the sky. The birds.
Symbols of new life. Symbols of peace.
Symbols of serenity. Symbols of order.
Which illuminates me.