Prism of Light

The light of dawn
flows through my window
reluctantly
as the mist begins to clear
and the trees
in all their heady green
dance lightly
in the breeze.
Stretching out into the pale blue
a life within,
a life without,
a home for those who brave
the wilds
overlooking so much history
for it was here
on common land below
that Newton bought
a prism
that changed the way
we saw.