Waking

The Early morning wake. Grand the new day welcome. The beginning of renewed.  Crisp the air that seems to float, the song of greeting, from my adopted friends. The dashing of the small beings who avoid familiarity. The mixing of dark and light. The stillness of which seems so loud. That it grasps and sets the mood of positive wonder. Aye, mental she is. This morn of gratification. The gift given to those who would grasp this repeating miracle. Making the joy of the next greeting more explosive. The want to meet her again.