Sun Rise

I watched the sun rise slowly inching light up onto the trees. A touch of powder blue etched the sky above the leaves. Billowing, puffy white clouds stretched and flowed across it effortlessly. The slightest of breezes chilled the air keeping it sharp enough to breathe. The sound of crickets grows faint with the birth of each colder day. In time, a deafening profound silence will find life here missing from the garden. The birds will come with cautionary quiet and scan the sky for hawks. All things change with the season yet still remain the same. The patterns of life flow freely like the tide racing and foaming in a hurried rush then becoming quiet and rippling at rest revealing simple signs. It lets us know its presence is here for but a moment then gone.