Cool Morning Fading

Walking a cool, virgin morning,
While the breeze is still awake,
Brings smiles with the moon still high,
And fresh breaths of air to take.

To be out while the moon’s still up,
In a race to beat the sweat,
Soon, I’ll look up to heat waves,
The summer sun will let.

Moisture drips out of the air,
An assist to the rising sun,
Feels like swimming without water,
As birds in flight have done.

But the sun will not be refused,
With its arms, it covers the night,
Its warming laugh melts the cool,
From its shiny skin of bright.