22 July 2012
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.
Good Morning • Opuss № I