by Westley Nash
The chilled air breaks as the earliest warming colours slowly wash away the last of the night sky,
and finally my footfalls can find their way.
As the first flash of sunlight strikes harshly upon my resting eyes,
the reassuring glow that spreads across the wisps of fluffy clouds high above me
grows all the more enriched through the emerging swell of bird call,
as life dutifully awakens from its dormancy,
announcing it's revival to the silence.
Each song unfolds in a paired synchronicity to the dew covered petals of fresh flowers
that reflect back at that sky a perfect mirror of blended colour and hue.
A bountiful harvest that is quickly applauded by the hum of Bumble Bees eager to fawn and flatter the display.
It is here in this planetary invigoration where my heart re-energises itself,
stimulated through the merging of bright sensation.
Elements of sight, sound and touch, all colliding into one singular event.
Creating within my awareness a momentary feeling of intrinsic connection with the world.
This is why I walk out here each morning.
Taking in the clean air.
Why I take my first steps long before the Human world rises once more.
To witness in the earliest hours of the day at sunrise,
a beautiful symphony that stirs my very soul.
A music so profound that even once the bustling chaos returns to stifle it,
the echo of that untamed orchestra still plays loud in my heart.