Hours before day break the darkest hours creep,
Walking under a canopy of trees,
The morning light begs to break free.
My boots dig into the wet dirt.
To a new path they flirt.
Heavy on the soles I say,
If you keep walking this way.
Till the end we must trudge,
fate will fight to not budge.
Nature is our resting place,
Into the forest we seek some space.