Lonely does it linger in a field on cobwebbed reflections
gazing in to the morning dew hanging low in my direction,

Sullen is the sunrise, not as it was the morning before, silent.
it rises upon the stillness of nature homage to its arising.

Caressing the landscape with radiant silhouettes that play
within the gestures given, twilight lingers within hidden shadows.

The morning has broken, and words hang between natures balance.
Birds sing the chorus, and nature greets the elegance of a sunrise.