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Iridescent chirping creatures

Soaring in the morning air

Drew a sharp breath

Felt, the soul cleanse

The winds whip my hair


Closed my eyes

Felt the tepid rays

Warm upon my face

Olfactory senses tickled

By the musty smell of wet soil, damp grass

Dew glimmering on foliage

Slumberous, stifled a yawn

Reminded of a bygone age

Of early summer’s dawn


The events of yesterdays are forgotten

Appeased, I head towards the bed

No longer does sleep elude me

Nature has set me free


There’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.