The World Is Still Asleep

The world is still asleep
And for a moment, here alone, I feel alright
The birds are singing
And the clouds in the sky are a lovely shade of pink
A deer watches me from a nearby field
It stares as if our roles were reversed
I watch for a minute
Entranced by the way it moves
The air is crisp and cool
Unaware that by noon it will be the opposite
The deer is now out of sight
But not out of mind
I can’t help but think about life
And how this moment could mean nothing
Or 
It could mean everything