Cherokee Dawn
I awaken to the silence, Softly it wraps around the world; Dreams still float upon the air, Not yet ready to loosen their memory.
Quietly I step outside, The sleeping world unaware that I am there; Above me the sky is still dark, Stars still glimmer, but the moon is low.
All about me the air is hushed, Breezes gently ruffle my hair; caress my cheek First morning song of the lark gently wafts across the valley, Seems for me she sings alone.
In the east there now is a faint luminescence, A hint of pearly tones etch the edges of the tree crowned hills; Strong and tall they await the coming, Of a new day, filled with promise.
More light gently flows westward, Now across the valley I see a vision; The hills are wreathed in a living mist, It moves, touches each thing in it's path.
The sky now is filled with glorious colors, blue, cerise, lavender, the hues of dawn; Mists slowly ebb backward into the forests, Retreating, going home to await the night once again.
My prayers are now said, Sage smoke still spirals to the heavens; I touch the ground gently in a gesture of gratitude, As Grandfather Sun now has risen over the hill tops.
The wispy mists now are gone, No longer can they be seen anywhere; Birdsong echoes from hillside to hillside, The morning well greeted.
Day has come to Cherokee, Peacefulness surrounds the Great Smokies; Was it mist I truly saw, Or was it old ones, keeping watch through the night?
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