Sun shines through the clouds
birds flying in formation
frog on a pond snaps up a fly
wind rustling tree leaves
while it whistles with its breeze
early morning fare
the smell of fresh mountain air
after a light snow dusting
chilling your lungs
with each breath that you breathe
and the perfume of the pines
for heaven's sake is so divine
the perfectness of perfection
in every direction
if only it could be saved
from the progression
of bad intentions.

                                Kelly McManus