I stand in the dewy grass, blades tickling my feet
inhaling deeply; the morning air fills my lungs
Birds sing the song of Spring
Their tranquil chirping soothing the chattering in my brain
The sun peeks above the horizon
A surge of fire; it’s rays long arms reaching across the mosaic
of pinks and oranges
intermingling with the blue canvas of the sky
The bright celestial glides higher,
I lift my head to meet it’s brilliant gaze
its warmth caressing my face
Tinging my cheeks with rosy blush
I close my eyes, relishing the serenity
The pure bliss of this small moment
A brief instant of peace that could easily be overlooked
The grass, the sun, the birds
imploring
To stop
To pause
To really see….to see in a way that makes us feel
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