Seldom the Silence, but 3AM



There is not a more peaceful time in my world but 3AM














It is crisp and fresh from the cooler morning airs flowing quietly into the new day
It is a virgin present for a new day’s dawn
It is as quiet as a whisper
Beckoning all to awake
And taste the new day

But few can see this time of day
Few can understand the making of a day
The darkness as it molds with the coming of daylight

The songs of the tree frogs
The chirping of the unseen bugs in the trees
The quiet footsteps of the deer
And the soft, fluttering of the wings of the night moths

There is not a more peaceful time in my world………

But 3AM!