the morning coffee brews in a *** with scrapes and scratches
I can smell the cocoa beans and the caramel marrying each other and becoming one.
blue jays sing their harp-like songs, while the willow trees sway in a sweet smelling breeze.
the sky is opening up to me and telling me its secrets and stories.
THEN I WAKE UP
now its opposite and dreary
its raining outside
the thunder and lightning marry each other and become one loud abusive relationship.
the birds are hiding from the commotion of nature that consumes them completely.
the beat of my heart begins to slow down...
and this is my good morning