A Summers Morning All is peaceful but far from quiet, as I wake up at the perfect time not late but definitely not early. The birds are singing as I step out of my house and onto our porch. I gasp suddenly as my feet finally touch the lush, tinder clover, still damp and cold with the morning’s dew. Racing into the middle of the yard I stop suddenly and just take in everything, maybe for the last time. Because who can really say what tomorrow holds in store? I stare up into the perfect, light blue sky and realize that this is life. I may never again feel as alive as I do at this one moment so I take a deep breath. Try to drink it in and hold it, like a traveler taking his last drink before crossing a desert. This is my life giving water, my essence, the hydration for my soul. Without this I would be nothing. The warm sun touches my shoulders and wraps me in its powerful embrace. Ah. A summer morning. How the thought of thee can warm my heart, be ye thousands of miles away, in a land of milk and honey, in a forgotten time, a place sealed for all eternity, a place cast into my soul. I just wrote this, sorry if the punctuation is incorrect lol all i can do is try. I hope you like it and would welcome and comments and/or constructive criticism.
