Break of dawn,
  geese fly by.
Just as morning,
  wipes her eyes.

Sun rises,
  from the east.
For the time being.
  things seem at peace.

Jet screams across,
  the early sky.
Leaving a beautiful trail,
  of smokey vapor lie.

Warm breeze,
  hits my face.
Pause for a moment,
  to slow my pace.

God sprinkles love,
  from atop the clouds.
As the birds sing,
  good and loud.