The sun creeps over the hill,
and the silence is broken by a song birds trill.
As the golden rays highlight the trees,
they shake, and rustle, with the morning breeze.
Cotton ball clouds skip across the sky,
while a hawke circles, searching on high.
Each, and every dawn is quite unique,
when nature awakes, and starts to speak.
Tango
Tango Tango
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-awakes/
