New Dawn

Standing amid a field of bees,

I gaze upon the rising dawn.

Sunlight streaming on their wings,

Twinkling ’round a nearby fawn.

She twirls the dances ’round and sings,

but fails to hear the quiet rings.

Clouds above and thuds of trees

each unsure creature to their knees.

Falling footsteps come along

No longer is the sanguine song