Roving In the Presence of Dawn
A sweet scent of wood on the morning air
The dawning of another day
When nature's escapades begin Unwrapping in this November woods.
Searching for the first of a burst of a brand new HORIZON greeting
A fading night, roving over crinkled leaves newly fallen
The majesty of dawn
Kicking up my heels on this juvenile morning
I feel the immaculate PRESENCE of nature from miles around
A hallowed log with early morning visitors seeking
Treasures for their troves
Keeping on my best quietness I envisioned a boiling star take the sky
A golden treat of slivers of purple and simmering crimson bold
A sunrise New and gold, I witnessed the flaring horizon as I
Ventured forward gently uncovering a new born tranquil day.
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