To Rise With the Sun

Morning dew moistened steps,

Gentle fog lifting from a chilled earth,

A chorus:

Winged creatures fill my ears

with their morning song,

The tune of which I recognize

so well.

Standing

on lush green clover.

Cool energy coursing,

healing my body,

bringing me back.

I see her now

Just beyond the crown of the mighty oak

Making herself known

Flesh burning

Her familiar rays share their tender warmth,

once again.

We do this every morning.