Rmort
10-30-2010, 11:59 PM
Morning Thoughts
As I rest my chin on the peeling windowpane
To look upon the scattered trees
And the chirping birds,
I wonder what it feels like to sit atop the highest branch,
On the broadest tree.
It must feel so prevalent and natural
Moving so delicately, almost rhythmically,
To the slightest breezes.
The aloof limbs seem almost oblivious
To the pandemonium of our world.
I notice the encroaching sun
Reflecting off a droplet of dew on a Maple leaf.
The distant glint is just another reminder
Of the allure which nature bears.
That 5:30 A.M brisk, dewy air
Grazes my skin as the dreary, cobalt sky
Transforms to a fulgid, orange-flavored hilarity,
Which we call day.
But as time slips away,
Life grabs me and I must wait for another chance,
On another morning,
In another place,
To sit and think again.
As I rest my chin on the peeling windowpane
To look upon the scattered trees
And the chirping birds,
I wonder what it feels like to sit atop the highest branch,
On the broadest tree.
It must feel so prevalent and natural
Moving so delicately, almost rhythmically,
To the slightest breezes.
The aloof limbs seem almost oblivious
To the pandemonium of our world.
I notice the encroaching sun
Reflecting off a droplet of dew on a Maple leaf.
The distant glint is just another reminder
Of the allure which nature bears.
That 5:30 A.M brisk, dewy air
Grazes my skin as the dreary, cobalt sky
Transforms to a fulgid, orange-flavored hilarity,
Which we call day.
But as time slips away,
Life grabs me and I must wait for another chance,
On another morning,
In another place,
To sit and think again.