1. In the cradle of dawn's soft embrace,
The world awakens at a gentle pace.
Hues of amber, gold, and rose,
Paint the sky as the darkness goes.
2. The whispering breeze carries a tune,
Dancing light meets the fading moon.
Each blade of grass holds dew's soft tear,
A quite promise of day draws near.
3. Birds take flight in the warming glow,
Their melodies echo, gentle and low.
The earth stretches, serene and still,
Basking in morning's tranquil thrill.
4. Shadows retreat as the sun ascends,
The canvas of night quietly ends.
In the hues of a quite morning's reign,
Peace and beauty forever remain.
About the Creator
Matthew.
I write poems and stories that explore the complexities of life, love, and everything in between. Every piece is a window into, my heart, and my imagination. Join me on this journey let's get lost together in the beauty of language.
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Oh so peaceful, Matthew~ Thanks for writing this and for sharing the photo. A great read for today. Have a great day~