Early morning walk in the park,
Shrouded in silence,
Cloaked in the dark.
The end of the night is ushered by
Venus, our lady, alone in the sky.
She watches dark fade,
The death of the night.
The day soon reborn,
Washing shadows with light.
Early morning walk round the lake,
The world still sleep,
Just I awake.
The quiet calm of the water still,
Concealed in a misty pale chill.
The ducks and the geese
Will soon wide awake,
With the warmth of the sun,
The white veil will break.