Morning Thoughts

Angelic voices cry the dawn.

Morning Thoughts

Angelic voices cry the dawn
A dark dew hangs upon arboreal limbs
Vines tether minds to the soil
Blossoming flowers release
Beautiful blooming toxins to the sky
The celestial sphere called Sol spins
Burning through the stratus
The last of Night's eyes close to rest
Feathers take flight as light shakes the nest
And once again
Angelic voices cry the dawn.