Listening to simplistic chirps of a bird
Soaking in the stillness
Just before the first break of light
dashes across the dew
Somewhere between the lull of peace
and the dread of day
How the morning is our friend
Reminding us of simpleness,
soothing our souls
Renewing what the night could not
and day takes away
Her tangible wealth
discovered in a single sigh
She fulfills her task
to find our forgotten senses