Time does move
Times change so drastically but the wind echoes to slow all down. Beckons us to just breathe. Inhale the smallest of joys.
Life is taken and grown on a positive grooming soil. The dew of the new day greets the morning light. Allowing the beaten kisses to splatter across the fields.
Ah and such glory in the sunshine, warm and grateful. Inviting us all to step into the glow of the early morn. Shimmering rays dance lightly upon the leaves and blooms.
I smile. Small buds emerge into beautiful petals. Happiness and joy are shown blazing across my face.
High cheekbones sprinkle freckles across the blues of skies. Bright yellow sheets playfully tickle the red copper of my hair.
Of course I scrunch up my button nose and squint into the sun. Viewing the new day as a wondrous gift given. Thanking Jehovah for this beauty.
Nature opening for my eyes to inhale. My senses to thrive in all the array of textures. For sure the demand of this texture queen by far, is just the sprinkling of leaves and pollen into the day light breeze.
Indeed I am grateful. And you? What makes you see the new day? A cup of coffee? A warm hug? A kiss in the morning by your loves? What? Mine is just to awaken and step outside.
Life is taken and grown on a positive grooming soil. The dew of the new day greets the morning light. Allowing the beaten kisses to splatter across the fields.
Ah and such glory in the sunshine, warm and grateful. Inviting us all to step into the glow of the early morn. Shimmering rays dance lightly upon the leaves and blooms.
I smile. Small buds emerge into beautiful petals. Happiness and joy are shown blazing across my face.
High cheekbones sprinkle freckles across the blues of skies. Bright yellow sheets playfully tickle the red copper of my hair.
Of course I scrunch up my button nose and squint into the sun. Viewing the new day as a wondrous gift given. Thanking Jehovah for this beauty.
Nature opening for my eyes to inhale. My senses to thrive in all the array of textures. For sure the demand of this texture queen by far, is just the sprinkling of leaves and pollen into the day light breeze.
Indeed I am grateful. And you? What makes you see the new day? A cup of coffee? A warm hug? A kiss in the morning by your loves? What? Mine is just to awaken and step outside.
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