The trees shine like stars on the hill
On a misty morning
A faint call of horses flow through the wind
The sun rises over the hills
Stars fade and moon sets
On a misty morning

When dawn is early
Mist layering all
Flowers bursting
And robins call

The sun rises
And spreads its rays
To warm the moor
In the month of May

Songs of robins
Clear and sweet
Ring through the air
And clear out sleep

The flowers open
And bloom in glades
Suffused in scent
Of mist and haze

Layering mist
Covers the ground
Concealing all
The morning sound

When dawn is early
And the earth wakes
And clears the old
With the morning grace

I wake up late. 10:24ish. I knew I needed the sleep. And my sister’s not feeling well. And we didn’t feel like setting the alarm. Fun.

I lay (trying to be awake) and go through my To Do list aloud. It’s going to be one of those days…