Mornings Silence

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