The Morning

So early it's dark,
the time before dawn.
Bells and cars are mellowed down,
footsteps are as loud as a bark.
Leaves crunching...oh yes! I hear it!
The silence slowly fading,
with my conscience gaining stability.
To be wake at a time,
when the world is asleep,
To share with those few awake,
an inexplicable dream.
Across the world,
life beckons life.
And someday,
or night...
I'll remember these little clearings
in a jungly way.
Soon the dawn will come,
hand in hand with troubles.
Faked smiles, glittering ,mocking eyes;
all asking, "Why so weak? Why so small?"
And I must think up a reply,
to satisfy all.