Morning's Calm Before the Daily Storm

As the sliver of a new dawn arises above the distant hills the world appears to be at peace, mocked silence in quiet stillness... Even the birds have yet to awaken no rustling squirrels in the treetops dogs still dreaming of their next chase, while the nocturnal begins to bed down... Won't be long, when the calm will break into clamor activity of thought will be aroused dream chasers caught in the net,of their dream catchers,another day pursued... into the streaming reflection of dreaming passerbys, visage of their own intellection,burning aglow in need to fuel their fire... Favorite time of the day,the breaking dawn, before I venture out into the crowded mill my time to recover from yesterdays thrilling throngs, as I smile along with the rising Sun....