The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning. I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day. My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming! Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today. I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up, I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup. It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say, Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array! There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup! I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away, Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune! Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you. Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink, No way Jose! I can’t sing! My silly, silly little birdies, Y’all know my singing stinks. My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot, I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot. So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today, By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2005