New Day

A still breath as no more than cries of crickets, song bird wails, croaks of death, and playful clatter of beasts are heard.

The smell of dew and distant flower. Birds above floating in that milky sky.

Everything still, hushed in awe at golden horizon and silver wind. Moon scorched sky. Burning earth. Gaggle of geese.

Golden rays, silver-spun emerald blades. A new day.