A Spring Morning
By bdgrey
Night drifts away to a morning rise, with clouds tipped orange starting to awaken. Stars slowly fade with the dawning of day, and a faint mist hovers covering the fields. A fresh breeze begins in pleasant aroma, as peacefully rested trees come to life. A sun darkened with the image of red, rises as a sillhouette into the sky. A little boy with delight in a new day, walks drowsy into the meadow grasses high. His body disappears within the field, yet his head remains above barely in view. The fresh scent of nature in infant days of Spring, fills his lungs willingly as he travels the land. Whispers enter his inquisitive ears, as the zephyr blows through youthful, muddled hair. Just a stroll in the new days of Spring, to ease his mind and inspire just the same. The summer still distant and school in lag, anticipation works through him, as he has yet to lose innocence. Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 04:03 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Night drifts away to a morning rise,..."