Slowly, you smell the dew on freshly wet ground,
Hear the gentle rustling of early spring leaves,
the pitter-patter of the creek,
and the quiet chirping of distant birds.

Look up slowly and open your eyes
to see the leaves and trees and creek lit up
by brilliant golden glow of twilight
drive a single tear to your left eye
as you realise
you do not know if what follows
is the warm comfort of dawn
or the freezing chill of night