As the sunrise glistens on the frost glazed grass,

The world has not awakened.

Silent, and yet, full of life.

As I look up, I witness Nature’s symphony,

The wind plays rhythm in the trees,

The birds sing melody against the breeze.

The world has not awakened.

Calm, and yet, full of life.

As I look down, an endeavor for Nature’s gifts,

Beetles explore, fending for themselves, as troops of ants march

one

by

one,

Searching for the day’s spoils.

The world has not awakened.

Uncharted, and yet, full of life.

As I look ahead, glorious beauty surrounds me,

Deer prance and graze as a family,

as squirrels chase one another (a friendly game or quarrel?)

In the end they perch, meal in hand.

The deer rest by a river, ready to receive a drink.

The world has not awakened.

Still,

and yet…