The Morning
Dawn crept slowly
Fingers of light filtering
Through the green wings of the trees;
The earth was sleeping
Underneath a mist blanket.
She stood in the clearing –
Eyes of ice and snow;
But underneath, the water moved freely –
A turbulent current surging beneath the still exterior.
The house stood silent –
No weeping for her
Just the quiet, meditative mourning…
And the earth waking; pushing the soft haze off her limbs…
Turn away from – this – your home.
Heavy; weight upon her chest
Away, away –
Like the dust goes with the wind…
Whispers – laughter – images of smiles;
Little children playing; crunching over fallen leaves
The girl was slowly fading…
The house was receding
Behind towering trees and dirt road…
The earth didn’t see her leave;
Only found the comforting clearing empty…
And it knew not whether to cry for joy or sadness.
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