• Mornings first light breaks upon the north woods.
    It is cold.
    dark.
    foreboding.
    Animals make not a sound,
    the forest is silent as death.

    As the cold dark hand of night releases its grip on the world,
    The sun makes itself welcome among the trees.
    Bright.
    Warm.
    But still silent.

    The wind speaks but gives no names.
    just a whisper.
    as it joins the sun among those that inhabit the morning woods.

    The sun shines high now.
    A beacon of peace and warmth.
    it slowly awakens the sleeping and sleepens those who lurk the night.
    The silence is broken.

    Day has come.
    A family of deer drink quietly from a river
    Undisturbed
    the forest is unchanged by the ravages of times cruel fate.

    Squirrels fill the trees,
    Birds sing
    ants dart amongst the grass
    the world has come alive.

    but the sun grows weary.
    its time in the forest is Nigh.
    As it sets the joys of day follow the fear of night.
    It gets colder.

    Darkness has fallen on the woods.
    as the last rays of light shine on the forest.
    The sky grows orange,
    clear but for the clouds.
    the moon makes its first appearance.
    it gets colder.

    It is night.
    Spiders rise to feast.
    a wolf howls in the distance,
    an echo of darkness to those who do not yet sleep.
    owls hoot.
    crickets chirp.

    and then....
    Silence.

    A life has ended.

    Darkness has overcome the forest.
    But day will come again.

    Wont it?