Morning waters rip to shore,
Advancing upon thirsty land.
Darkness is absorbed by amber hues,
The sun again is welcomed.
Perceiving speech as an intrusion,
Upon the tranquil moment.
Delicate whispers of winded anticipation,
Listen, listen…with intent.
Stones and muddied earth below.
Mountains spherically cradle me.
Natures kiss upon my lips,
Grateful for God’s morning masterpiece.
Lake Mead- Nevada