A sea of heather

A sea of heather is what I saw on a rocky mountain at the break of dawn .
A landscape , naked ,save for a cloak of purple beauty and morning sunrise blazing .
Grey granite coming alive

glistening gently

sun seeping on silica .
Bog cotton , like will o the wisps merrily dancing down the day
A distant crow

caw cawed me awake ,

for one fleeting moment I was a child again .
Why is grass green ? Why is the sky blue ?