in the mornings

in the mornings

in the mornings, 

i do see clearly. 

there is not a lot 

that jumbles 

and twists me,

so in tune with my world, 

rather than just seeing 

it happen around me. 

the morning today 

is beautiful, 

shadows fall 

like patchwork 

on the grass...

sent there from the branches,

leaves from the high trees.

the sun shining through and around them. 

the birds sing their songs,

and fly after meals 

for the day.

squirrels that are 

forever hunting 

their acorns and 

flying from tree to tree 

chasing each other. 

i find it amusing to sneak peeks into the lives of those squirrels.

in the mornings, i think 

of nothing else 

than the morning. 

i think softer.

i feel softer. 

i pray

that it would stay 

with me all day.

i adore

the attitude 

of morning. 

i breath deep and 

inhale the new day. 

today will be gone 

tomorrow

so i must live it joyfully

today.