i like the quiet hours
of the morning,
when the air is still,
the sun hasn't crawled
above the horizon,
the birds have yet to wake,
and the cars that roll by
are few and far between.

it's nice to wake
to the worlds slumber-
before the footsteps rumble the earth
and voices echo across the sky-
the simplicity of existence being forgotten
among the hustle and bustle of life.