The sun creeps ever so slowly over the snow-covered mountain,
Cardinals sing out to the new mornings’ arrival,
Cold wind whips over the placid landscape,
A flock of Geese cries out overhead,
As they glide on in V formation.
The tiny creek slowly trickles on as ice floats downstream,
A bright orange Fox leaps through the new-fallen snow in search of breakfast,
The sky above the bucolic scene is painted a light shade of amber,
Giving warmth to the frozen earth below.
Most mornings begin like this,
With balance and tranquility,
Nature’s symphony continuing.