I feel better when I am:
Awaiting the warm rising sun in
the cool end of the night; sweet
singing sparrows, blackbirds and
pigeon owls caress my shoulders
drawing my eyes to the tree tops
dangling in mackerel blue;
Sweet scents; of suckling honey and
lily white jasmine with wafts of dewy
fresh hay like velvet in my nostrils;
fresh love in my lungs igniting the
nucleus of my being with every breath
deeper and deeper into my soul
lighting faith and grace with
joy and energy for life:
Good Morning.
By Frances Smith
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