Sun peeking through the trees of the east
Birds, peacefully signing
squirrels readily building nests and gathering nuts
Not a cloud in sight
Sage cleans the air as a sense of compassion covers my heart
A new beginning is near
The wind gently cleanses my face anew
Humbly, I write
A calmness tingles my body as I rise new a higher vibration
And now, the sounds are clearer
The path widens, there is joy
The lush grass cools my feet
I am rooted to the mother
Life enjoys me
I welcome the full moon as graceful gratitude returns in waves
Let it Be.
