No panic
Just the first golden glisten
Of dawn
On the autumn leaves.
No racing heartbeat
Just the wet dew of grass
The tiny frog
Watching from the leaf pile
No fear
Just the rustle
Of bird, of breeze
In the thinning treetops
If I could bottle this
Could link myself to the trees
All day
The stress would never
Overwhelm me
Again.
So there ya go Shakes you found your answer..up before the sun!
ReplyDeleteI wish you COULD bottle that. :)
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