Time seeps through silence
As mornings gentle glory begins its steady rise
A broad curtain of pale gray fog covers the countryside
Ethereal and thick it obscures the daylight
A sweet perfume of pine, cut grass, and a soft rain pervades the air
A calm stillness is everywhere
Tall tree's, like dim dark statues stand rigid in the shadows
A strange beauty lies upon the land
A thousand birds make their song
The sun smiles down with a face of gleaming gold
And draws the curtain upon the world for our eyes to witness the wonder
Colour spreads through the darkness
Leaving us a scene before us to behold
Listen to the rich growth of the earth
Everything is alive and breathing
Dawn is breaking.
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