3:30 am

I watch the moon fade In calm demeanor as she cleared The way for the coming dawn. The stars are still in the sky, Waiting for night to make the blessed Transition. A dense fog enveloped The forest in greyish-white as if a Living mask covered it in mystical Delight. The clouds cleared away From the mountain peaks to let the sun Paint his love in shades of red, and the universes Come together to witness the play of Nature In glorious passion when Creation mingles with the heavens in a gracious oneness to waken life as Earth takes its first majestic breath.