Hushed and stale, is the isolated marsh, in the predawn hours.
Its curvaceous waterway sharply twisting through the dark moss, that weeps from the trees above.
The water is placid and foreboding.
Energy from the life forces of the creatures that dance in the light, ignite a new world of embers.
As the morning dawns, the colors become more vibrant and the curtain is pulled back to reveal,
The beauty and spectacle of the marsh.