Image borrowed from BingAs the sun was rising,
I woke to the birds.
Happy to have their morning meal.
As that first cup of coffee is made,
Fumes are breaking the spell.
Opening the door to the new day.
Walking down that golden path.
Sitting on an old bench.
Looking at what the day has given.
People wave as they pass.
On their way.
I listen & see.
Not the noise but the
inner joy
of life itself.
~ JC ~
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