Sunday, July 07, 2013

Woodland sunrise

Waiting amidst the trees 
For sun to rise o'er distant hill
Hands entwined, smoke in our eyes
We can face the world
Nobody but us to see it
For all we know this purity
Is ours alone.
The soft tumult of waking birds
Our only accompaniment
Together in our silence we listen
To the birds,  to the trees,
To the morning
Sleep holds no charm
Compared to this contentment
The breeze blows smoke all around, 
But smells fresh, brings promise
of a sweetness that we will share
Together amidst the trees

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