Dawn

When Wind plays with your hair

with its gentle fingers

in the first of light

I stop and listen.

The birds sing and laugh

up in their dancing trees.

Grass sways along with the trees

as Wind runs freely.

Fox, hidden away in a bush, watches

rabbit watch me

in the first light.

Raven swims above the clouds,

searching for her jewels.

I lay in the soft grass,

and feel the soil as sifs through my fingers,

and the first light covers me like a blanket

in all the beauty of this, home.

-Apple