The birds chanting to wish me good morning,
Sitting on the back porch,
With the flowers adorning
the suns presence.
Taking this moment to appreciate
Life and all it gives,
Too often we take advantage of how we live.
It's hard to get out of bed at the break of dawn
To remember how the birds sing their songs.
We must silence our ego
In order to let go
Of the pain that create this sorrow, Maybe not today but tomorrow.
To have the Strength to let the dusk leave us behind.
The sun eclipses
As we sip this fine wine from our lips.
To cradle us to sleep
Until the morning glory wakes us
From this deep entrance .
Prepared for the day for our soul
To dance.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
The birds chanting to wish me good morning,
Sitting on the back porch,
With the flowers adorning
the suns presence.
Taking this moment to appreciate
Life and all it gives,
Too often we take advantage of how we live.
It's hard to get out of bed at the break of dawn
To remember how the birds sing their songs.
We must silence our ego
In order to let go
Of the pain that create this sorrow, Maybe not today but tomorrow.
To have the Strength to let the dusk leave us behind.
The sun eclipses
As we sip this fine wine from our lips.
To cradle us to sleep
Until the morning glory wakes us
From this deep entrance .
Prepared for the day for our soul
To dance.
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