Sunday Mornings

I wake up
7am.
Natures alarm clock.
I feel so fresh and alive.
Like waking up is
being born
all over again.
The sun is struggling against the horizon,
Making its way up into the new day.
It is streaming through clouds,
sending out its rays where ever it gets the chance.
It almost looks like the moon.
Branches reach up to the sky,
as if they
were praising God
for this wonderful day.
Their branches criss cross,
like hands held together in prayer.