The wind and balmy breeze
Blow softly through the trees.
All the darkness of the night
Disappears in morning light.

The shadows on the ground,
Will never make a sound.
Birds awakened, singing sweet,
Make the forest seem complete.

This world we call the Earth,
Comes into view at birth,
For a brief moment in time,
In this universe sublime.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal, October 10,2019)