Before the smell of hot pavement and car exhaust,
Before the bees start buzzing while the birds sing their morning songs,
While the dew is still fresh and the morning light is new.
I find myself sitting alone on a bench listening to the world around me,
Listening and learning,
Learning of all the wondrous things that mother earth has to give us.
I look ahead and see the woods stand there dark and mysterious,
A soft cool breeze draws me in,
Whispering through the branches,
Calling to me.
As dawn of a new morning arrives,
As the light kisses the leaves turning them a soft shade of scarlet,
I hear the crow sound his call.
Life has begun.
I wonder home looking up at the clouds,
I watch as they dance overhead in all their colors.
I catch a faint glimpse of the moon one more time,
One last time before it fades away into the day,
Knowing it will return once more when the night comes.
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn ,nature