The Splendor of the Morning

The splendor of the morning awakens in my dreams with shapes of glory drizzling in the stream and the clouds moving slowly in the sky with melodies of hope and the passion breathing beneath the sunlit glaze from my window. I felt a jolt of energy rushing through my vein as I watched the eagles spread their giant wings riding with the wind. It cuts through the brazen clouds covering distance at an unmatched speed cursing at an altitude beyond the mountain peak. It soars over the Pacific Ocean maneuvering the skies with a rhythm in its feet and ambition flying over the deep. It’s the weekend again and I am still on a journey; daylight has broken in my face and I must complete this race, the challenge is high but I will ride with the eagle to the sky and I will beat you right left and center until you surrender, I will lift the banner and the crown and cross the finishing line to get what is legitimately mine. The ducks are quacking, the dogs are barking and the hens are running around the coop. The goal post is shaking; the donkeys are braying and the balls are going around in loops. Look to the left and look to the right and make three steps five meters to the side and you will find an opening to get the ball on the other side. I can feel the morning bathing in the sun. It is one of those days when your spirit is in tune and you feel so relaxed with the current vibration .An energy has departed from the scene and a harmonious energy is ushering my dream, the corridor is holding up the wall and it is within striking distance before it falls, the people are working courageously on it to brace back in a steady position, the match is already on the way so get your bags and come without delay.