The dawn is nigh
On woods asleep,
Life breathes anew
On dewy leaves.
The mist dissolves
In hasty retreat,
Bowing to apollo
In humble defeat.
But life still slumbers,
The leaves still weep,
Waiting for a warrior
To sound the bugle deep.
A dash of red,
A lovely tweet,
Behold! The morning bird,
Dancing on her own beat.
Gracefully she rides
Her windy chariot,
Effortlessly exhorting
The woods quiet…
Wake up soldiers!
The sky is red,
Life wins again,
The night is dead!
Listening raptly,
A squirrel stands up,
And bounds away
To proclaim: Wake Up!
Epilogue: Inspired by a beautiful red bird I saw on a quiet morning. This poem came out a lot different than the way I intended it in the beginning. Maybe I’ll scrap it altogether and write a new one. Or why scrap it, I’ll simply write a new one later ;).
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The Lost Realist 
Your asthetic sense is so beautiful. All the poems/verses are beautifully written and are to be felt more than reading. They surround the core of my heart with peace.
Comment by Vani August 11, 2006 @ 11:15 am