Shadows lift with the morning sunrise, to unveil its kiss to the morning mist draped upon the mountains. Radiant sparkles flutter in the surface of the lake, as the birds chirp their song to the day.
The bells peal a dirge
The shuffle of feet stir dust
On an open grave
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
Kintsugi Poets Society 
Ooooo! Chills! I love it! 🙂
Thanks.