From tenderly embracing,
The wondrous, silent,
Of a summer night,
Waking up, on the beach

To the sound, of beauty,
Mystically in the air,
Birds greeting, dawn's light,
With songs, prasing the rising sun.

A yellow rose,
Stems, from golden sands,
Reaching, for the warmth,
Of the incoming sun.

On her open petals,
Lingers,
A crystal clear, drop of dew,
Like a tear, on a sad face,
Wondering what to do.

By: William Bonilla......1/15/03