Good Morning

I rest
Eyes closed
Thoughts adrift
Fluttering
Floating
Flitting
In the daze of morning
It's warmth lulling.

Gentle breezes
Brush my face
Birds flit about
Chirping
Twittering
Trilling
All pleasant noises
Sweet to the ear.

The weeping trees
They sway
Whispering
Creaking
Calling
Great branches drooping
Like soft green scarves.

The gray road stretches
Tough
Unfeeling
Leading
A solid ribbon
Of direction.

Sunlight creeps
Through thick boughs
Dappled
Dancing
Happy
A pleasant thing
To be woken by.

I sit
Awake now
Gazing upon the morning
Glorious
Fresh
New
A wonderful feeling
Fills me up
I smile
Glad for another day.