Nothing takes the breath from my very being
like that of nature's morning,
delights beyond description proffered in sacred harmony.
Chorused chirruping, elongated, filtered fingers of liquid light
touch feather-like my awakening state; in bliss, pure ecstasy.
Rising warmth from earth's sod permeates everything it touches,
like kisses bestowed upon some precious, cherished dream;
sighing in perfect harmony as bequeathed from an appreciative sacrament.
The palette of life, abundant in riches from the four corners of earth,
each one lifting the spirit to heights;
fathomable only to the one lowly of heart, mind and soul.
An inheritance like that of each sun, moon, season,
even grains of sand relinquish their hold on the ever flowing tide;
much like an exhalation in recognition of creation as she moves
in her own supreme way.
I acknowledge with bowed head, in reverent submission,
applauding in the only way I know how...
the wonders of creation presented before me
in the form of nature's pallet of life.
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