Morning’s Embrace

Morning’s hush cradles the dew-kissed field,

Where light plays shyly on the restless green.

Among the flowers, hidden truths revealed,

Between each breath, a thought that lies unseen.

Petals bend as if they hold a dream,

And shadows dance where sunlight softly streams.

Every bloom a secret, yet they seem

To murmur of the days, the quiet seams.

But then, a sound—barely more than a sigh,

As wings hum through the delicate air’s sway.

The meadow shifts, a pulse beneath the sky,

A rhythm I had missed along the way.

And in that hum, a solace subtly found,

My heart beats with the earth’s unending sound.