Morning Solitude

Awake, as the first light creeps, carrying warmth into the night, casting shadows, thin and pale, a herald of the new day, filled with colors unspoken.

The birds take flight, like dreams breaking free, sweet melodies spring, into the air, sweet and pure, a chorus of life, embellishing the dawn.

As I sit in silence, i feel the world breathe, exhaling its echoes, gifting me this moment, a solitude cradled in nature’s embrace, reminding me, that even in stillness, there is a narrative deep, a communion with the dance of every living thing.

• Bertolt Brecht