The trees whisper secrets to the pale morning sky, swaying in gentle dance.
Do they speak of the swelling moon who has almost reached her fullness?
I cannot tell…
But as the sun rises on the horizon and I witness the revival of things – of life, of breath, of day – I am reminded of our own ability to die and be reborn in so many different ways. And I am ever grateful that Nature is my mentor and I get to experience her deep poetic wisdom everyday.