malcontent melodies wisp away the evening
songbirds ease the dark awake as the sun protrudes it’s covers
fallen leaves come to rest upon the dew-covered grass
and the softness of the brisk breeze invites transformation
there’s heaviness in the morning
when evening slowly blends into dawn
and the moon has once again sunk back into its shadowed escape
the earth’s sighs knock the leaves to their knees
yet after every day
they’ll fall again
and they’ll fall again
and they’ll fall again
what beauty in the strength of the morning
what beauty in beginning again