In The Hush Of Dawn

When silence speaks.... In the still hush of dawn serene Silence speaks of this pastoral scene Whispers of wind through fields of green Where nature’s beauty truly convenes Meadow flowers bloom in shades bright Beneath the soft morning’s sunlight Rustling leaves in gentle flight A tranquil moment, pure and right. The whip-poor-will ‘s song pon the air His melody is beyond compare A peaceful stillness everywhere In this gentle pastoral scene fair The babbling creek sings a sweet tune Beneath the silvery hidden moon Harmony felt beneath the fog so soon Now silence speaks as nature communes The nightjar’s voice slowly goes quiet Daybreak is here always reliant Early morn our only time to commune Thank you, God, for morn’s sweet tune