Life’s Open Breath

The morning dew glows on the velvet grass like diamonds,
Stripes of golden rays splash a cross the open fields,
Sweets scents touch the earth,
With the laughter of the wind whisking gently bye,
Tickling a lone tree's emerald leaves
Creations hands playing along the brilliant sky.
Things coming to be as the first dawn of life takes that first breath,
For the beginning has come at last as the wild grows to beauty,
Never seen to the eyes of the wicked,
Purity is what we wish,
To be washed away by golden rays of life.
The beginning is at hand

Written by Raven