The New Morning
The pre-dawn moon bounces on the ripples of the lake.
The fish are awake, rubbing their open eyes and stretching their gills.
The morning silence is music to my ears, and I hold my breath to make sure it doesn’t taint the exquisite lack of sound.
Looking straight up, I can see the line of deep, dark night and lazy morning blue.
I can feel the humidity in my hair and on my skin.
My senses absorb the calm until I am.
I hear a bird chirp from across the water.
And another responds.
The lazy morning blue sky has taken on a tint of orange.
And here it is – the dawn of a new day
Has defeated the nighttime once again –
The calm destroyed by activity,
The silence, by noise.