Dawn

The sweet smell of morning dew dances frivolously. 

Its dankness covers the erect grass bending its blades as the humid air blows. 

I hear the crunch of the dead leaves nearby as the morning squirrel searches for breakfast. 

The brilliance of a painted sky shows its red majesty through the downy soft clouds. 

Its radiant luster grows more severe as the night sky passes away.

The moon surrendering its reign as the sun shines and takes its rightful place.  

The day has begun.