Before the Sun

Before the Sun rises, I feel the cool breezes of night They wrap around me in clean fashion of frills Cold and moving in twirling soft balls They roll down in loose bundles from the dark hills Before the Sun rises, I hear the sweet melodies of the birds In the dark I can only sense in their direction They sing in echoes that ride the breezes of night The chords loom in flows of perfection Before the Sun rises, I see the edges of the day In the sky behind the horizon they creep Slowly bringing light to the lands where I stand Such a moment of luminescent brilliance to keep Before the Sun rises, I smell the sweetness of the damp grasses Heavy with dew and little cobwebs dripping wet The country scent dances around my nose tip-toeing A moistened comfort I feel and I connect Before the Sun rises, and shines the day on me and reveals I can eaves drop on Life and be a part Life doesn’t run away from me just before the Sun rises Being there, right there brings peace to my heart