This is a picture of an october sunrise in Maine. I didn't get up early, but rather stayed up late, haha. The storm that followed was amazing, but probably brought down a few of those trees in the picutre. Im glad that I was able to capture this beautiful sunrise, for it only lasted for a few minutes. I wrote the poem that follows. Far away, the cold sun softly whispers of memories long forgotten The zephyr listens to the lost melody A message hidden within The silent one finds the slowly disappearing nexus and watches the beautiful one from afar The reserved waits to be noticed as the elegant waits for the reserved Deeply the water trembles in anticipation as it flows towards the flame The flame rises farther away unknowingly slipping from the wanted embrace. I am here, the zephyr whispers to the sun who is enclosed by the bellowing birds I have made my move, the silent one speaks Now it is your turn.