As early morning rubs her sleep filled eyes and night bids its adieu
I sit in mornings silence
With fields ablaze in Indian grass blanketed in mornings ghost gray mist
While high above the tree line a thousand birds take orchestrated flight
I sit in mornings silence
mornings sun breaks through the clouds revealing brightly colored remnants, tattered like ribbons streaming stretched across the newborn sky
I sit in mornings silence
Sitting and simply watching the forest all dressed in green as she suddenly breaks
into frenzied dance
of twists and turns
as a gentle breeze whispers by
I sit in mornings silence
All before the day awakens all before mornings silence is broken
j.Sweptson