Morning comes as it penetrates the darkness of the night.
The silence is broken by a chirp that doesn’t seem to belong, and then it is followed by a melody of notes that seems to be written just for me. It awakens my soul, and I pick up my head to see the tranquil prisms of sun light weave their way through the morning mist. The air is still, unruffled and is not ready to stir. The morning dew seems to comfort the foliage and make it hard for it to awake.
But then the illumination of light places it’s hands on the dewy grass, uncovers it, and lets it know that it is time rejuvenate everything that is on its plate.
It is natures breakfast that it makes. There is a certain scent in the air that lets me know that breakfast is ready for me to partake. It is a unique fragrance that only morning brings. No spoon or coffee cup needs to be used to fill the void that has been created by the night.
I am ready for nature’s morning meal. All I have to do is smile and be happy with what I have
on my plate.
on my plate.
