The hush of the morning rush.

The hush of the early morning
That brings in the summer storm
The timeless repetition of sound,
So easily found.
Soft blue sky,
Hidden behind a thin veil of white,
Promises of what might.
As i watch the sun,
Creep away from night.
Wisps of yellow greens,
Can be seen,
Climbing through the trees,
Bringing the midnight owl to her knees.
Calling to me,
To wake, to pull away from sleep,
So gloriously deep,
to move toward the warm air,
That the sun does share
The beauty, that the earth does bear.
So i wake and i pause,
and think not about
The internal wars, I
think only of the moment,
Before the sun reaches high, and the hush whispers bye.