Awake

The Sky breaks open, a fluorescent pink
The day not yet started, all is quiet
The mind is astir, but without destination
A hot cup, so carefully blended
Its aroma teasing the senses
With flavors yet to come
Its heat erodes the morning’s chill
The creatures of the land begin to scurry
Getting about the business of their day
The birds announce to the world
That it’s time to awake
The squirrels forage and collect
For the day and the next
The streets are silent, the shops are closed
To sit not thinking in a silent repose
A time with such value no one can mistake
The wonder in being the first one awake.