There is nothing like stepping outside on a chill morning
& standing barefoot in the dewy grass
with my eyes closed against the rising sun.
The light piercing my eyelids fills my vision with a calming sunset red
that perfectly visualizes the feeling of the softly warm sun rays
blanketing my skin as the morning breeze paints my body
with a fine chilled brush.
I feel each patient beat of my heart
singing a song with the morning birds,
the flowing river & the dancing trees.
The sweet melody satiates me with serenity
& if only for a moment,
I am happy.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
There is nothing like stepping outside on a chill morning
& standing barefoot in the dewy grass
with my eyes closed against the rising sun.
The light piercing my eyelids fills my vision with a calming sunset red
that perfectly visualizes the feeling of the softly warm sun rays
blanketing my skin as the morning breeze paints my body
with a fine chilled brush.
I feel each patient beat of my heart
singing a song with the morning birds,
the flowing river & the dancing trees.
The sweet melody satiates me with serenity
& if only for a moment,
I am happy.
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