Break of day
The light
begins to break as the bird song does awake. The earth start to sing its tune,
the green grass strand glistens as the morning dew forms a beautiful tear drop,
hanging in time.
As our eyes
begin to flutter, so does the sun arise, to sparkle on all that needs to be
nourished and nurtured, catching the beauty on the way, each ray calling us to
begin a brand new day.
Slowly as we walk the path of life, the
changes surface. The wind picks up the golden leaves and gently blows them down
the street, towards whoever we may meet….
All at once
through broken cloud the earth is blessing us with natures shroud. The rain
washing away the worries of the day cleansing our souls of fear and woe, as
there and back again we go.
Slow walk now
through bluebell woods, the light begins to fade away, replaced by an ever so
pale grey. As dark creeps in the silent
snow, begins to fall not friend or foe, just covers the land with a perfect
glow.
Now we turn
the lights down low, in a far off land there is a glow. The sun is setting orange and red as we
retire to our bed. In our hearts we
wonder why we are bestowed with natures cry.
We know the answer is clear as day, it is the universal way.