As the day steals into night, we sit and wait for dawn to return.
We listen for moments that speak to our hearts and souls.
Will we know if this is our last dawn to be seen?
To see the breeze whispering through sun drenched leaves.
Feel the chill of fog sneak upon our perspirated chilled skin.
Will this be the moment that makes life worth living?
Catching rays of silver and golden speckled light drift within layers of mist soaked clouds.
Filtering the twilight as it bumbards our sight within view of the murky depths.
Is this our day, our night, our time to shine?
Do we hear the earth speaking?
Are we listening?