Metamorphosis
Soft lavender layers of life are peeled from the dawn by the birth of a new day.The darkened skies awaken in a purplish glow as the red of the sun appears upon the horizon.
It radiates like the smile of a child as it slowly creeps into view and the world seems to awaken from the slumber of the night.
In the dimly growing light of dawn, shapes appear where there once was only darkness.
The multi hued layers of dark scurry as if they would melt in the warm sunlight as it infiltrates the air.
The beauty touches all that is possible by its spreading arms of morning.
The small clouds of moisture begin to rise from the grass that was hugged by the droplets of dew.
The pond takes on a smoky cast as the water yields to the warmth of the morning.
The dawn rises slowly as if the sleep from the eyes of Mother Nature were slipping away into the warming air that kisses the water's mirroring surface .
Life awakens as the birds greet the day and the city becomes alive as if a beehive that has warmed in the new day's sunlight.
It is then we see the worker bees take flight for they live to serve and life they know it requires them to give their all for it is a day of toil not pleasure.
We can watch and choose our own path for we have been given the dominion over the beauty that can be seen if only we allow our own world to grow with the beauty that is around us.
Marie Jacobs 9/9/2012
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