We wake in a fresh sunflower field,
A bright, honey-coated sunrise revealed.
Familiar tunes call to thee,
“It’s good to see you again, this is a home to me.”
Later, with noon allure rising,
My open arms grip your sizing.
Like swaying branches on this sunny day,
We whisper warmth in everything we say.
With quiet, unnoticed time moving on,
We lay softly on the purple patched lawn.
The budding spices in our evening breeze,
Soon accommodates the buzzing of the frogs and bees.
We dance as serene as how the day flew by,
And rest our backs against the orange sky.
Eventually, the stars shine above with a spin,
Our next lovely day will again soon begin.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC
We wake in a fresh sunflower field,
A bright, honey-coated sunrise revealed.
Familiar tunes call to thee,
“It’s good to see you again, this is a home to me.”
Later, with noon allure rising,
My open arms grip your sizing.
Like swaying branches on this sunny day,
We whisper warmth in everything we say.
With quiet, unnoticed time moving on,
We lay softly on the purple patched lawn.
The budding spices in our evening breeze,
Soon accommodates the buzzing of the frogs and bees.
We dance as serene as how the day flew by,
And rest our backs against the orange sky.
Eventually, the stars shine above with a spin,
Our next lovely day will again soon begin.
A simple poem of mindfulness.
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