Pressed on morning skies
Rippled clouds go drifting by
I sit and watch the flowers move
Pushed on gentle winds
Invisible hands thread through.
The peace of this day fills my thoughts
As I see the world move about
Going here or there
Yet here I sit
Content to see the rising sun
And marvel in the blessings
This day shall bring.
Tiny birds sit on wires
Watching as the earth conspires
To bring about the sweetness of
This glorious show so high above.
With time to spare
I linger there
Where angels circle
And nature wakes
Green grass before me
And thistle tall
Just taking it in
The beauty
The wonder of it all.
Thoughts as I sit in my car before work, watching the wild things move and sway, content to see this peaceful Friday, and my angel who hangs in my car, miracles happen her words say and welcome to another day.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 