Wilderness

The shimmer of the sunrising
spreading it's melting gold
trickling through the trees
flickering it's glint on the
stream, brushing the green
valley below, birds sing
there morning song while
overhead in the wakening
sky a hawk soared, already
on the hunt. like something
out of a fairy tale the shadows
a small herd of elk slipped
 through the morning mist
veiling the trees like wisps
of smoke. Nothing more
magical or more real than
dawn in the wilderness