Morning

Silent whispers of the long past night,
fade into the dawn arrived.
The heavens,
leaning down within my reach,
showering glorious clouds over the dusty earth.
still is the time, knowing no existence.
Deliberating echoes of creatures far off,
strain to my ears.
The chill of the night lingers yet,
as the warmth of the sun begins to rise.
Landscapes now placed in view,
take form in the distance.
The air is filled with a distinct smell of morning,
entering my lungs with each inhale.