The dawn spills white across the waking stream

Its breath paints gold upon a morning dream

The riverbank stands still its silence deep

A journey beckons veiled in hopes to keep

The path unwinds through barren blooming lands

Where every step reveals times quiet hands

Sharp stones spread roads and shifting sands align

Each inch of earth conceals a tale divine

The waiting light though wordless in its grace

Illuminates a warm and tender place

Each drop of dew reflects a world anew

Winds carry it forward past sun and moon