Morning breaks, soft light filters
through the silent canopy of life above.
Stillness reigns; no creature crawls, runs or flitters
save the early stirrings of a morning dove.
Seconds pass, the world holds its breath;
fearful that the morning glory could be lost
in the maelstrom of an unfathomable math,
ordained by God to account some obscure cost.
Colors blend and strike, weaving a dance of light
to astound and delight the fortunate mind
to behold this magical sight
of Nature painting a canvas of her own kind.
When the sun rises, the magic flees
before the danger of discovery by man.
In time, a stranger passes through the trees
oblivious to the wonder not chanced, but by plan.