A NEW MORNING

MARIE KU

Golden r ays peek through the dense forest, Mud cakes her boots and sweat lies on her brow. Suddenly, she sees a light, small, yet shining br ightly through the shadows.

“The end?”

She emer ges from the tunnel of trees into a new univer se: A symphony of silence , And a blanket of cool wind with the gentle strength to br ush all cares away.

This is the place:

Where time is only told by the r ising and setting of the sun, Where humanity is no longer King, Where life moves in the way it was made to move And where no matter how vividly an ar tist painted, Or how passionately a musician perfor med, Or how deeply a poet spoke; None could possibly capture its majesty

If only they could see; knowledge

That they are mere specks in the landscape of the univer se ,

Unnoticed beneath the mor ning sky’s br illiance .

She smiles and throws her ar ms in the air, embr acing the wor ld set before her.

“The end? No, not the end. This is only the beginning ”