The dark of night crept slowly from the east
and told of mysteries in quiet song
that spoke of love and laughter at a feast
the forest would enjoy all evening long.
But night embraced the chill of humid air
that left the forest cloaked in sorrow's sea.
The treachery of love now brought despair
and tears, the only wine, would ever be.
The forest wept throughout the dark of night
until it knew the pain would be undone.
Remembering the twilights silver light,
and salutations of the evening sun
gave promise that with dawn it would return
to dry the tears of dew upon the fern.
I look forward to tomorrow, while looking back on the past. But today is the day I am living. And I expect it to be a great day!