The Edge of Morning

Shadows sleep in silence; Trees bow their heads; Breezes slide through darkness; Stars whisper in cloudy beds; Waters ripple quietly; Vast Oceans to tiny streams; Mountains stand attention; Clouds move slowly, making dreams; Tiny blades of grass are born; Caressed by beads of dew; Awaiting morning sunlight; Enhanced by skies of blue; Rosebuds in infancyContinue reading “The Edge of Morning”