As early morning rubs her sleep filled eyes and night bids its adieu


I sit in mornings silence


With fields ablaze in Indian grass blanketed in mornings ghost gray mist


While high above the tree line a thousand birds take orchestrated flight


I sit in mornings silence


mornings sun breaks through the clouds revealing brightly colored remnants, tattered like ribbons streaming stretched across the newborn sky


I sit in mornings silence


Sitting and simply watching the forest all dressed in green as she suddenly breaks


into frenzied dance


of twists and turns


as a gentle breeze whispers by


I sit in mornings silence


All before the day awakens all before mornings silence is broken
j.Sweptson