The gentle shivers of leaves catching the wind,
Soft light raining through the branches,
The smooth call of a Nuthatch,
The roaring sound of a rushing waterfall
Mornings in a forest,
A cool gentle breeze glistening over my skin,
The sweet smell of the trees,
And soft buzzing of a carpenter bee.
I am rejuvenated through nature’s beauty,
With each Gray Catbird swooping through the air,
My soul breaking through the noise,
And finding clarity in the gentle morning of a new day.
