Morning was quiet

as if birds were keeping secrets

flitting from branch to branch

across the field as we hiked

Sun rising, bright for the morning

few clouds to measure the light

birds a plenty flitting from tree to tree

not loud, faintly heard chirping

almost unrecognized

Early morning filled

wind roaring through the trees

two does stood together

ignoring the surroundings

enjoying fresh air and green grass

morn chill, but not cold

frost thick on grass, leaves crunching

sun rising gradually over the hog back.

Shadows retreating

we started down the trail

Once again, life filled with sound

A sound track to the day

a play list affecting mood

supporting concentration and thought

healing from injuries

unknown, unrecognized, unconsidered