The Sun, It Rises

The sun is behind the mountain, Trees black against the red, Like fingers stretching from red to white. Half the scene is black, The other red to gray. With stars here and there, Venus commands the sky. No ball of fire, Just subdued hues, Every color shown, And the deer are coming Into view. And quiet, oh so quiet, I can almost hear The sunshine breaking Across the Blue Ridge And down so slightly To the shining Shenandoah. Where the scene is completed, With reverence and awe, With beauty overwhelming, Another day becomes. Another showering sunshine, Another glorious sky, The sun, it rises.