SNAPSHOT

The wind and the balmy breeze,
Blowing softly through the trees,
As all the darkness of the night
Disappears in the morning light.

The shadows on the ground,
They do not make a sound.
Awakened birds, singing sweet,
Make the forest seem complete.

This world we call the earth,
Comes into focus upon birth,
For a brief moment in time,
In this universe, so sublime.