In the mist of early morning fog, sun waiting to break through,
To cast it's rays of light upon, the damp night's residue.
A forest lush with emerald green, a path for me to take,
Waiting on the other side, beyond the wooden gate.

The wooden gate creaks open, inviting me to see,
An old growth forest, vibrant with the mornings energy.
Sounds of water falling, long soft grass, moss covered trees,
Smells of freshness fill my head, with earths sweet natural breeze.

Sun dancing in the treetops, peeking through in colored streams,
Birds chirping tunes of daylight, waking wildlife from their dreams.
A speckled fawn steps lightly onto mornings duey kiss,
I wander through the wooden gate... im awe of natures bliss.

copyright2005 BONNIE TORRENTE