Cold morning soldiers 
of dew and mist
covering any
thought of sunrise,
Flower world waiting
to yawn, 
yearning birth 
But this fragment of time 
is suspended,
stopped moments
in dark wooded valley,
Sounds hushed
colours greyed
fragrances frozen,
time seemingly paused
in a collective breath,
The only life
a muted stream that stirs
in shallow stones 
swirling through 
deep  pools 
banks guarded by
still willows
green arms embracing 
hushed waters.
The frosted moment thaws 
night citizens seek refuge
scuttling towards 
darker shadows,
And daylife slumbers 
about to awake
to the first warble
of birdsong harmonies. 

It is time,
your time,
Awaken
sleeper to 
new hope.
Your life reborn.

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