Poem: Hours Before Day Break

Hours before day break the darkest hours creep,

The critters of shadows near their sleep.

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.