Eerie mist blankets the road,
Golden sunlight bursting through
A forest draped in silv’ry gauze
Midst pre-dawn stillness and dew,
He is there, watching o’er us.
At sunrise sisters journey through the woods,
Blades of grass bend beneath their running tread,
They stop to gather flower and feather,
And watch the deer and her kin far ahead.
And He is there, before us.
Grey fog rises from the field of dreams,
Color streaks the sky beyond the hay