Green Getaway...

Sitting in a wooded patch
no door to this exit,
no need for a latch...
The sunrise is the catch of the day
as the colors blend and bend
and the morning fog gets burned away
by the warmth of the coming day
Night's chill becomes the cool of the morn,
as the whippoorwill cries,
another fledgling is born
high above in the branches,
where floats Hope and Romance,
hoping for one last chance,
one last dance before the band packs up,
one last cup of coffee
before the World rises
and disturbs the Earth's beauty...
                 05-20-10