Morning Air
Sun filters through the green leaves
To warm the cool morning air
Thoughts filter the same, as they weave
Through places, here and there
Pleasant is, the morning sunshine
Pleasant are, the shining trees
I am grateful for those who are kind
In this quietness without a breeze
Beautiful flowers are ready to spread joy
The birds begin their morning songs
It is easy for nothing to annoy
As my mind pleasantly sings along
Heidi Sands
7/29/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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