Soft Morning Light

I walk in the morning on dim lit mountain trail Sun softly is rising its light before me gleams my footsteps sounds so softly in the forest glen on the soft green grasses moist with morning dew bushes line my passage webs upon them catch all the many dew drops like countless diamonds gleam in the morning breezes high above my head the leaves are softly stirring morning light so softly gleams soft grows a gentle murmur of creatures all about in their morning stirrings in the beginning of their day birds are softly singing bees do quickly hum tiny feet do rustle through the forest green slowly grow the shadows in the brightening light making pools of darkness in which mysteries may lie wandering on the twisting path among the towering trees as the life about me sings bright songs of the new day