Good Morning

Cold dew drops. 
Birds chirping.
Misty air. 

A stray rabbit trotting from here to there.
Tails from the branches twitch and wave.
Magnolia heads thump beneath.
A butterfly flutters by.


The warm coffee rests in my hands,
wakening me to the beauty ahead.
The quiet morning simmers 
before the chaos of today.


Oh, how I will linger a little longer.


Deep breathe in.
Deep breath out.
Deep Breathe in.
Deep Breathe out.


Quiet meditation to nature's bliss.
I got this.


I hate to leave what sits here,
But what lies ahead can mean the more.


Goodbye for now.
Until tomorrow.
Good morning.
Good day.

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