Like a blanket laying on the horizon
covering the bright light of the sun
keeping heat close to the earth
letting the world retain moisture.
The haze of the new morning
accompanies the dew on the grass
the sun coming up
and the birds singing for a new day.
Do you ever wonder
where the heroes went?
Where they live, what they eat,
how their time is spent?
I think it is intriguing
to find where they are now.
Are they still as active
as their aging will allow?