Woods Alight

‘Twas the dawn of a new morn o'er yon hill,

Upon the coy mist with sunlight did spill,

The cool dew kissed my cheek without ill,

As I faced nature, a silence 'fore me still.

Through vast trees and silent groves, I passed,

The morning dewdrops kissed the grass,

O'er a ravine, I saw a bird fast,

Kicking off a journey before it was past.

The sun shone brighter o'er the mead,

The iris afield opened off its seed,

The breeze spread the pleasant scent of thyme,

My morning began with this melodic chime.

My days I spent walking and pondering,

My nights entangled with dreams wond'ring,

The stars and the embrace of sweet slumber,

And morn's dew on my back like a rightful number.