EARLY HOUR Floating on the water steady and calm; hearing no noise, seeing no otter; the forest asleep, dark before dawn. Golden rises the sun from the grey haze; with her warming rays day has begun on river, in trees; by Lord's grace. Birds taking the sky to great the new day; we hear them sing, watch them fly, just drifting, enjoying may. Flying into the blue - beautiful it must be; escaping the mist the river leads through, towards the sun, up there we're free. © Michelle Klemm