a <br />soft <br />unheard <br />reveille and <br />morning was awaken: <br />a soft gleam bathing the <br />the tear-laden path with sparkles; <br />early creations beginning to stir <br />in the coolness of the damp earth; <br />a breeze gently blowing on the trees <br />playing with their branches, <br />ruffling their leaves <br />until one falters <br />in silence <br />and then <br />slowly <br />falls <br />.<br /><br />Richard R. Navarro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reveille-6/
