Morning Walk

I take an early morning walk and watch the bluest sky the impatiens and the dark pink trees the silence of the birds who hum in tune with time I watch the flower boxes in front of every house geraniums in red and white the energy of bees amidst I string it all together inside my crowded mind and weed out all the clutter to bring in the quiet message I stop and breathe within Alone inside my thoughts I see the day begin Salvation at it's highest...

Request permission to use this poem

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write