It may only have been fifteen minutes that the sounds of my early morning tinkering and the morning birds met~but the sycronicity of their calls and my pausing to find my way against the blurry backdrop of my two hour sleep was that of sheer beauty. They sung and chatted as I fumbled and dressed.
Moments I have to myself are always bright but the ones of a Saturday morning before class are truly mind blowingly sunshine filled with crystal intentions and absorbing attitudes.
Washing my face is medative
Drying my limbs is medative
these moments are my inspiration to shine through the day.
Calling across the trees the birds have given their voice to the morning~the calling inside my heart has knowingly returned from slumber.
The gift of another day is upon us and I shall make a difference if only from tree to tree~smile to smile~hand to hand.
In the silences I shall remember the call of the birds dancing with my morning routine.
Moments I have to myself are always bright but the ones of a Saturday morning before class are truly mind blowingly sunshine filled with crystal intentions and absorbing attitudes.
Washing my face is medative
Drying my limbs is medative
these moments are my inspiration to shine through the day.
Calling across the trees the birds have given their voice to the morning~the calling inside my heart has knowingly returned from slumber.
The gift of another day is upon us and I shall make a difference if only from tree to tree~smile to smile~hand to hand.
In the silences I shall remember the call of the birds dancing with my morning routine.
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