…a crashing,

No, it’s more of a hush…like a whisper,

A soft breeze against one’s earlobes at dawn.

There is a sound, I know not how profound it is, only that my heart knows it ought to be still, and my spirit ready.

There is a sound, as warm and bright as the rising sun

It is a mellow as spring

My spirit tells me it’s time, time to get up and make magic

Time to dance with the wind, walk with lightning and soar with Eagles.