Poetry

Morning Walk (#1073)

The fields are slick with the morning dew,
Making them glisten beneath the sky so blue,
Clouds of the night before having long moved past,
Replaced with a westerly wind blowing fast,
Birds chirp and fly through the skies,
The colors are vibrant even hours past sunrise,
There’s a peace about the endless fields of green,
Hellbent that must be felt as much as seen,
That kind of sweet serenity in life is rare,
The kind where you want to sit quietly and stare,
A simple yet satisfying sight, those dew-covered fields,
Amazing the things, a morning walk can yield,

Any Thoughts?

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