The dew on the leaves hint the coming of dawn
Father Sol on his perch, morning birds sing their songs
He peeks o'er the hills, Sol's warmth clears the Glade
As the dawns dewey clouds willingly fade
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a good prayer to Mother Earth...the description in the second stanza is catchy, vivid...wandering those trails sharing the treasured feels again...well, good write, jon...i liked 10
This is a well written pageant and could be the sonnet of Enkidu who lost his innocence to the giles of a woman and the trust of the creatures of the forrest. Again, wonderful poem, I'm glad I stopped by to read it.