A NUDE AWAKING

Within the quiet dawn, before the world stirs,
I'll stand bare, 'neath the beautiful whispering trees,
It's a nude awakening, in nature's softness concurs,
As sunlight paints my skin with gentle ease.

No fabric shields this form from morning's grace,
No shroud to mask the truth of who I truly am,
Just flesh and bone, in this secluded place,
Where nature's breath becomes my silent psalm.

The soft breeze, a lover's touch upon my skin,
Caresses every curve, every line and each bend,
Within my vulnerability, I will find deep within,
A sense of freedom no words cannot defend.

For nakedness is much more than mere expose,
It's shedding layers and letting spirit breathe,
A daring act, where inhibitions often lose,
And authenticity becomes its humble wreath.

So here I stand, softly embraced by the dawn's first light,
A nude awakening, its such personal and beautiful sacred rite.