By Nicholas Hooper

Gently through green fields and cut grass I go
Don’t wake Judith and don’t wake Jo
Rose slumbers sweetly as dreams wander through
that young head that wakes every morning anew

And over the lake, trees move gently in motion
These giants of nature its slowest explosion
Like fireworks of green caught in time that stands still
they fill my heart slowly – a feeling of thrill

The largest of these filled with jackdaws and crows
Their restless squark talking a language? who knows?
Well away from this mob sings blackcap and wren
The blackbird inventing a song from way back when

The honey bee suns by me peaceful and warm
before going back to join in with its swarm
This small god of nature plays greatest of part
to bring life to all by its nectaring art

But lined up before me this giant display
of grandest of creatures to start off my day
the collage of nature that stands with such ease
The giants, the beauties my friends the great trees.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper