Have you ever stood there?
In the morning dew
watching the rays of gentle gold
creep their way along the onyx sky.
Listening to the murmur of the leaves
whispering to one another as the branches of the willow
glide by one another silently.
Lungs open to the untouched air
as you gaze at the reflection of the world
rippling across the lagoon.
Ears confused by the harmonious dissonance
of the waking birds greeting the rising sun.
Not a word spoken,
not a muscle to move,
just laying there in the cool morning dew.