Start with the easy,
yawn and stretch.
Let cool fresh air fill waiting lungs.
Breathe deeply, allowing each outbreath be one filled with gratitude for a new day — one that permits the hearing of a gentle pit pat of rain on a roof that threatens to cave in, but holds up strong, because the time is not now.
Roosters adding to the morning sounds, crowing loudly welcoming the sun,
that is brushing away the last cobwebs of darkness. Goats bleating in the nearby hills, ears attuned
to the different sounds between mother and kid. Spring and new borns, romping in green grass, tasting and nibbling everything, alas!
Birds pirouetting, the sound of their wings
as they hunt for the best cherries and worms
and kibbles from the dog’s bowl.
Oh Beautiful and full is our
lives, when we forget, for just a few moments in the morn’s early haze
and reach for easy, reach for praise.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love