Poems here there; poems mostly were

sunrise

wake up before everyone else,
even before the sun.
sit on the grass with mist blocking the view,
it's like no other
we laugh, we smile, we're tired as hell,
ain't that the point of this colorful view?

the sun rises slowly,
says hello to us,
we just smile and look,
how beautiful they are.

the sky is filling themselves with colors,
taken from a misty rainbow.
my hand's in yours and yours in mine,
who even are you to me?