The dewdrops trickle like tears rolling off my face
the smell of the mist within the cool air
not even a sound in the early day is there
as the pitch black covers the ground
the damp cool air gently brushing over my skin as if I have been sprinkled with dust of the fairy’s of the lands near
Day begining to break and creep in gently blanketing light across the lands
the songs of the birds begining to awake
the sun begining to crest and peek over the hills
with colors of orange and yellow and red
pink and purple peeking still from behind
I paint a picture of the sun set tonight deep within my mind
sensing the glory and beauty of the sunrise I now see
Looking up overhead I hear a sudden call
high up in the brightening day I see a hawk soaring across amongst it’s very beauty
imagining a wolf holwing goodnight as the slumber comes day and his hunting at night
the sublime nature all around as spirits around are peace filled and calm
my mind at ease with the glory amogst the that all fills the air with a gentle quiet filled soft breeze
as I listen to it just whisper amongst the trees
the dewdrops left in the roses and leaves
just a cool touch too release and renew the new growth ahead
Bringing up life as a small little seed
this is the peace of mind I still need
As I lye beneath this tree
looking across the open gorge in front of me
another sound begins to sing out nearby
I listen and hear the sweet song of the whiperwill herself
as if to bless this new growing day
and say okay okay
it’s a brand new day
I stay a minute to listen and admire while I still observe
coming to wonder of all the sound of nature and the beauty within the mystery of mother earth
