It feels as though Mother Nature
has just lazily opened her eyes.
The snow turns to puddles
under her powerful gaze.
Her tired yawns
blow my hair over my face.
The flowers and leaves slowly
start to reach for their mother.
It feels as though my soul,
is too reaching for her.
We have awakened.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
It feels as though Mother Nature
has just lazily opened her eyes.
The snow turns to puddles
under her powerful gaze.
Her tired yawns
blow my hair over my face.
The flowers and leaves slowly
start to reach for their mother.
It feels as though my soul,
is too reaching for her.
We have awakened.
