Awakened

Before sunrise, the forest hums,

dawn’s breath pulling each branch awake

with silent strings of light.

Birdsong bursts—bright fragments

skipping over dew-dappled ground,

each note a glimmering ripple

across a glassy pond.

Soft colors bloom: pale gold, rose—

the world unfolding behind my eyes,

leaf and petal in quiet reverence,

a choir of unspoken praise.

My pulse finds rhythm in the hush,

heart and earth entwined,

a duet of breath and becoming,

feet barely touching the soil.

But then—

I realize the music isn’t just beyond these trees.

It lives beneath my ribs, too—

a memory of laughter, a chord of hope

struck deep before dawn.

Now the forest’s song and mine entwine,

each step a note in a fragile dance,

carried on wings I never knew I had,

soaring through the day’s promise

and into the hush of tomorrow.