Horizon turning shades of gray, orange,
Sun breaking the crest with amber glow.
Oak leaves dancing in morning breeze,
Whispering through pine boughs.

Sky changing to brilliant blue, wispy puffs
Of white clouds floating by, ever changing,
Far off, an eagle on the fly, darting.
Sailing in search of its morning feast.

Across the baked desert floor beyond,
Heat waves begin dancing, Saguaros dotting the
Parched grounds with outstretched arms,
Welcoming the onslaught of the sun.

The hazzards lying on rocks, rattlers coiled
Basking in the warm morning sun.
A new day has broken across this forsaken land,
Just as it has in mountains high, their beautiful lands, Arizona.