Feet wet in morning’s dew
Fiery ascent engulfs my mind and eyes view  
As gold pours around and in between
Each green leaf of every tree
Magic is cast upon all earthly beings
The air fills with song from feathered bosoms
Telling tales of last nights dreams
Natures melodies settle into a sweet,  sticky harmony
Dripping content over top of crowns
Return to the Source that waits to be found