On The Trail.

As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech, And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach, The fireflies dance like a lantern alight, While their laughter disperses the silence of night.

Tired Eyes and Morning Skies.

There’s sleep still in eyes, And it’s blurring your view, But the sun’s started rising, And the world’s rising too, Blackbirds are singing, To herald the day, So throw back the curtains, And be on your way.    

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