Quiet speaks the dawn
bringing flight to resting fowl
spreading wings to soar
shadows over rivers calm
squawking beckons to the day
as the day begins
hustle, bustle people fly
nesting only once
much to be learned from nesters
where resting time is balanced
quiet sought is found
peaceful splendor is at hand
taking time to stop
and charging to then begin
currents underneath the draw
new day to bring dawn
new moments to bring small change
new chances to try
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No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness - Aristotle
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Carpe Diem
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