CG Express

In the peace of the morning,
In the peace of the woods,
Earliest birds start the chorus,
The gentle, jingle of crickets,
The back drop until the sun,
says they are done.
Wind through trees, through leaves,
The soothing, cleansing air,
That whispers breath, life, voice, prayer.
If I could hide in you morning,
I would never leave,
Never allow the cacophony of day,
To lead me astray.
Stay with me, sink into me,
Absorb into my deepest subconscious,
And I promise,
I will return to you,
play back your song,
of awakening calm.