Rain, fresh and alive, 
  Condensation from the 
   Breath of the morning as she 
   Sings the world awake
Humming crickets
   Announcing the dawn
Trilling birds and scattered 
   Chirping of airborne lovers
Wisps of golden cloud
   Kissing the tips of the 
   Misty mountains as they peek over the 
   Tops of the pillowed valleys
Insisting,
Welcoming,
Beckoning the rest of the world into
Sunrise

this poem was inspired by my walk to an early morning practice session. there is nothing sweeter than the crisp dawn air of the Dahlonega mountains.