Crickets
The sun slowly rises over the tinted trees,
Opening to the morning with a sky full of seas
The choir of crickets never falter in their quiet song
As I rise to meet the beautiful dawn
The grass look of crystals
Shining with drops of sun
The morning breeze is soft and cool
Sending ripples on the glistening pool
No sound but the crickets breaks into the silence
No other creature as yet awaken
No other creature rises
I am alone in the world
But for the crickets
Yet I do not feel loneliness
I should feel sad, empty, abandoned
And yet, I only feel happiness
Happiness on this single morning
As if it were my first
Though it may be my last