It is one of those morns
A morn that I sometimes don't mind to
curl up with a fluffy throw and watch
those dark and mysterious skies,
where the still waters lie underneath
the gray skies
Where it seems there's no sign of life; but
if you listen to the silence, you might
be surprised.
Love the way the trees adhere to Mother Nature.
She has a way to dominate and ask those
trees to submit and cease their vigorous
dance.
And then you hear and behold sweet goodness,
the rhythmic trickling of water and the
light flutter of leaves on those trees.
It's as if they're whispering to one another.
I choose to lie here in obedience and
experience the beauty before me.
There's no need for chatter.
There's no need to do a chore or run an
errand.
I just wish to soak this all in and store it
within.
You see, silence is so important. So on this
gray and quiet morn, where there's no sight
of blue skies and sunlight, I choose to
embrace, savor and surrender to the delights
of Mother Nature.
Her offerings are spectacular. Life is good.
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