Moment in the Early Morning

The meadow awakens in the morning.
Trees welcome the sun.

The breeze is soft.
The brook issues a warning of promises

And the air becomes wind.
High on a hill,

The wrens and sparrows are observing quietly.
Time won, gained,

Seek and yearn, accept.
Be the noble one.

Seek, and seek again.
This is the only moment I will smell this sweet perfume.