Morning Glory

Morning Glory

 

The sun barely peeks through the clouds and creeps through my blinds illuminating my room in a sun kissed glow.

As the morning dew dries up above on the tree tops from last’s night crackle of lightning and torrential downpour.

In the haze of dawn, the branches are gently swaying in the lingering mist as they shake off last night’s precipitation.

The leaves gently wave by, bringing joy, food and shelter to all who they encounter.

It begins to rain only this time it’s a slight drizzle and the sun is lost behind those grey pillows blanketing the sky.

My eyelashes flutter open yet are heavy from all the rheum that collected while I slept.

I wake refreshed, and can’t wait to offer salutations to all I meet.

I step outside and I am met by the sounds of birds chirping away.

I wonder what they are saying, as I descend the staircase, to attend to today’s activities.

Can’t nobody keep me down!

To those who try and rain on my parade, I’m keeping my head held high as kite and I’m quite content to do so while I sing in this lovely rain.

I hop along and splash from puddle to puddle twirling my bubble umbrella in a childlike innocence.

A smile forms on my face and I race off to class.

Cherry blossoms cascade off the tree branches and greet me at the entrance to my destination for now.

A golden-raisin colored squirrel buries an acorn nearby and scurries off to meet friends.

Hats off to you Gaia, mother earth, creator of all of flora and fauna.