Swaying golden grasses twirl in seed laiden skirts.

Hula dancers gyrating their curvaceous hips in time with the early morning summers breeze.

How could I sleep in and miss this sight?

The warming sun scatters its growing light in rivers chasing away the slithering darkness of the night.

I revel in the energy from its radiating glow.

Birds swirl and hover on silently beating wings, seeking their juicey, crawling breakfast amongst the shifting stems.

If I were a bird I’d spread my wings and fly high up into the turquoise sky.

Taking in all the views to the ends of the Earth, soaring and swaying along with the currents.

No shadows to cover my eyes, nothing to block my view.

I would be free!


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