The day arises
and shakes off the night
as the sun erupts through the eastern sky
Through country roads
and little towns
laden with historic treasures
Stories beg to be told
toothless men sitting
on wayside benches
Drinking tea from quaint shops
tales sparked by forsaken barns
shattered glass and fallen timbers
Rolling hills
through southern mountains
dense forests
with water falling from rocky mountainsides
streams cut a path deep into the earth
Fields in open valleys impatiently wait
for the coming summer
seeds placed within her warm bosom
impregnated to bring forth new life
a blanket spread among wildflowers
the colors of the evening sky
paint a brilliant sunset from her pallet of oils
twinkling stars scattered
against the darkening canvas
