Early sunrise, Eyes awake,
I took the limber down the hill.
Dewy fog and tress in yonder,
The silent beauty engulfed the space,
With the laughter of birds and the tweets of squirrels,
The scent of air, an elixir of life.
In silent beauty I stood, admired,
To realise,
As the sun came down upon the leaves,
Brightened my soul, I saw,
I was a part of it all.
I was it all.
