Motionless outdoors, dark nature of stilled silence,
Flowers still tucked in, rolled up in morning sleep,
As dawn slowly starts to crack its horizontal smile
With light - slowly filtering out upon moving shadows.
Leaving shades soft sounds rippling in a soul’s wind
Among songbirds springing so alive in dawn’s song,
Darting about in prancing excitement, this gentle serenade,
As an owl is slow to retreat to his downy den.
Moving traffic moves on its weekday work routine,
Rushing tires rotate into thumping speed bumps,
As neighborhoods relax to enjoy sunshine’s calm rays
That tans surrounding spirits in a tranquil warm glow.
Busy bees buzz flower beds for its nectar fragrance,
As the final dew evaporates into a misty memory
That the small planted tree has grown with rings so tall
That reflection upon the seasons, bring happy tears of aging.
That sparkle so full of diamonds - in having lived life.
David Lester Young 10/16/10 ©