...but here was the wide world awake
and yet only for me,
all the fragrance breathed only by me,
not a living soul hearing the nightingale but me,
the sun in a few moments coming up
to warm only me,
and nowhere a single hard word being spoken,
or a single selfish act being done,
nowhere anything that could tarnish
the blessed purity of the world
as God has given it us."
{Elizabeth Von Arnim}
the silence of walking
before the rays of dawn
greet the vast expanse of sky
a time of solitude
my eyes and heart
a silent witness
to the miracle
of the waking day
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