The Ants Will Play

I walk the orange soaked streets,
feeling the scorching sun, rising over head.

The grass is still damp,
and the ants have begun their busy work.

There is no sound,
but the stillness of the morning.

I often wondered,
why it was,
that people rose so early in the morning.

I suppose it was to enjoy the calm, before the storm.

The solitary,
and silence.

To be in a world, with so many people,
yet none of them have awoke yet.

A summer morning.

So different than the evening.

The kind of peace that will be short lived,
as we transition to another chapter of seasonal change.