bluegrass dawn

In the cast off rays of the July sun. The butterflies dance in the envy of the mosquitos prick and the winds sweep clear across the treetops. Ripples through the leaves echoing back through the ages to the beginning of time before time began. Look out upon the crest of the foothills. Lifting up from the forest and the flattened fields. The sounds of the distant sparrow rising up through the coming heat. The crow caws and the rooster crows and the wings of dawn reach out to smother the cloak of night. Daylight spreads graciously across the soils of the earth and I am earth bound once more.