a stalk of grass sways with the wind as light
escapes the sun and daylight protrudes the sky.

the wind, a ghost, moves along rushing no-
where. breathe on dancing grass, watching the sun
give life to earth sustaining the status
quo. light turns into morning, wake up
to sounds of alarm while birds sing amongst
the trees. and all the while the sun be-

comes brighter. enough of dawn, the day is
here. open your eyes and see the morning.