In the hush of dawn, when the world is still,
And the sky soft blushes with pink and gold;
A promise awakens on the sleeping hill,
As nature sings out the stories untold.

The birds serenade from the branches high,
Their songs drift like notes on a gentle breeze;
While the sun peeks over the edge of the sky,
In the dance of the day, my spirit finds ease.

• Ruth Dallas