Creating A Super- Hero Children's
When I woke up today, it was kind of tough.
I stretched and I tossed, sunk back down to think about stuff.
My imagination was still dreaming, as it was waking up from sleep.
As I thought about what I would like to do today, and also, what is expected of me.
Whether there was good weather out there, or not, was the temperature low or high from the heat.
Was the thermometer covered with icicles?
Could you fry an egg on the street?
Don't tread on me!
Would I want to build a military sandcastle base?
Or a cool igloo palace place?
Maybe I will build a pit and throw up upon it, a mound of leaves?
(Oh I see), with mud down my face, does that sound like me?
I could build a mountain to ascend, or descend, a fort to defend, sword in hand, (Pretend.)
Whatever the case may be, I could really get into it, fit through it on my hands and knees!
Oh yes, now I am waking up. The simple things atmosphere brings, feelings and those things that are very dear to me. There's something about this Earth, that feels like something more, something important, so I think,
Nature's emotions, I feel are like a painting to my senses, full of fragrances and color, offering variety and dimensions.
The weather and the bloom reminds me of a mood, especially as the climate changes season, and our feelings emerge renewed. Rejuvenating the sleepy landscape too with reason, like a phoenix's return, out of the blue.
Weather sometimes shows its spirit, like when the sun shines again after a monsoon. Telling us to no longer fear it. What else can it do?
When the wild wind blows, earth's motions sometimes shows a funny bit of attitude.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2020
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