Woken by dew drops lingering above,
knocking on a shell of slumbering.
Sluggish eyes ponder from this home.

A new day slowly arises, caressing
silhouettes of shade travel with this
new day, a time of motion is needed.

Woven moments secrete a trial of
thoughts, still lingering when this
instant slowly passed and it moved on.

The world surrounding eclipses time
as it can be wasted upon. But beneath feet
are these little movement slowly passing by.

When daylight fades in to nothingness and
fireflies linger static, it is time again to slumber
in this shell it calls home. A new day will arise given time.