Dawn From Dhustone

Clothed in the splendour of the dawn what beauty I behold As the early mist lay as a blanket caring for the earths new born. Grass crisp and silvered by the frosted air awaiting the warm morning breeze nudging softly the blanket aside revealing hills rugged and bare. A mirage of ocean the mist performs across the valley and peaks while the breeze will gently sway the mist to make the ocean speak. Yet as the earth awakens the grass no longer crisp the trees the hills the gentle slopes arise from the morning mist. Gone the mirage of oceans and lakes as the splendour of the dawn awakes