“Awakening”

Singing birds awaken my soul
as I stretch into the morning's glow
Taking in the scent of fresh
sunshine seeping in
caressing my world
so tenderly yet so vibrantly
I feel so alive
breathing in this bliss,
this moment of pure joy
in timeless awakening

~*~
03/1999


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