In the quiet of the morning before the dawn

of day as I take my morning walks,

I speak quietly. I listen silently.

I hear, I think and I smile.

 

I have a voice. I have an audience.

I am my audience and so are other early risers,

the whistling birds, the chirping squirrels,

the crawling ants, the gentle breeze and the rest of nature.

We are one. We are each other's stories,

We are Destiny’s Voices…