Almost lost but for light of high moon
Reflects a sun still shining over sea
Drifting away dreams that vanish too soon
Fog burning off to a lessor degree

Silence is stillness in an early spring
A time when even the night creatures rest
Calming hours before the daylight bring
Gently the first breeze will blow north by west

Solitude spreads evenly like the dew
Quietly above does the mountain watch
Searching like eyes of a baby raptor
Gazing from a nest in its hidden notch

Soon a most beautiful sunrise will stun
Awakenning all where life has begun