Flowers stand in a row, many waiting to open as they stand tall towards the growing light of dawn.
Dawn
A Meadow Field
Thirty Minutes
Beauty ·Delicacy
Calm
. . .
As a flower fills with the growing light of morning she whispers excitedly to her neighbour:
This is my first dawn...
You smile:
And this is my last.
Is it always this beautiful?
Always...