my mind get's poetical at 4 am

it's chilly out this morning. just cool enough to send the occasional shiver down your spine. the deck is wet from last night's drizzle, making my feet tingle. there's a faint breeze. birds are singing. it started a few minutes ago, with one. just one. now there's a symphony all around me. but it's not just the larks. the breeze, the stream, the very stars are singing. it's almost dark, but for an ever so slight glimmer of light in the east. it'll be dawn soon. there's a plane crossing the sky, and a siren in the distance. civilization is starting to wake up, interrupting the perfect harmony of nature. another day is beginning. but maybe, just maybe, tomorrow's 4 am will be as beautiful as this one.