Brothers Need Me Home

I stood and watched the morning arise,

Though the air cold and crisp still it memorizes.

The touch of the sun, its fingers reached out,

Connecting the light, chasing the darkness away.

My eyes searching up into the brightening sky,

Filling with firing colors, bidding the stars goodbye.

A white blanket surrounding, covering all I know,

Its calmness reaching deep into my soul.

They wait for me; this is certain as anything,

True are my friends, unquestionably loyal as my aim.

A breath I draw in awakening my senses to the new day,

Sighing I must go nodding to myself “It’s time” I say.

Their call though silent in the wind yet it’s known,

A worry, a concern, my brothers need me home.

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