Slowly the time seems to fly
Watching the clock tick by
All becomes a visionary blur
As the sleeping self stirs
All things coming to a stand still
Drifting away from what is real
The mind begins to wander
Tuning to natures wonders
A tranquil ambience descends
Like a silent cloak upon the land
Songs of the winged ones begin finally
As the waking child listens silently
The radiant glow of sun
Casting golden rays upon the ground
Feel of warmth soon penetrate deep
Awaking the child from its sleep
Gently drawing out the child
She awakens into the world
Protected by natural covers
She's shielded from the troubles.
Not unaware of the problems
But merely not suffocated in their presence
With new strength she faces the world
In a new way she continues treadin along life's trail...