By Makenna Adams
The morning chill
As the Moon dips
Behind the hill
Creates a silver dawn
The air: crisp and cool
And the light gentle
In this silver dawn
Where the world is calm
Few are out
The world is waking
Slowly
In this silver dawn
Trees rustle
Slightly
Routinely
Guided by the silver dawn
When night fades to morning
And time stills for a moment
Shrouded in an air of mystery
That is the silver dawn