Perfection, Part II

I have witnessed perfection rising
In the east in the summer morn.
The unblemished and fiery orange red orb of
The sun when it's not too brilliant to gaze into.
Only a few brief minutes as the sphere climbs
Onto a flawless canvas of the morning sky's
Pinks and purples and reds and blues
And all the hues blended together.
I stop and admire the sunrise, dynamic
And perfect and not blazing so as
To hurt my eyes. This gift from
God just for me and just for this morning.