With squinted eyes, I gaze at this blinding light,
Not out of awe, but to boldly meet nature's first light.
Intently, I watch as it slowly illuminates
The sky, the mountains, sending warmth to my face.

I close my eyes, but the light still flashes and lingers,
Like raging waters as they enter and merge with rivers.
But I say it’s good—I don’t want it to fade.
Let it linger; let not this memory fade.