Ushered In

There's no way those few minutes could have been captured by a lens
or recreated by the artistry of words.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.
A, "you-had-to-be-there," thing.

You had to be there to sense the silent anticipation before the sun broke loose.
You had to be there to hear the birds and the left over frogs chirping their chorus of melodies.
You had to be there to see the way the sunlight turned the leaves from dark green to a yellowish shade as it peered curiously through them.
You had to be there to feel touched and caressed by the fingers of light, even before the source was visible.

It turned my hair golden.
It made my heart soften.
It caused the world to lighten.
It ushered in

Morning.