Be.
Quiet.
It’s how I start every morning
Light stretching, a little yawning
Up at the ass crack of dawn
As I open my eyes
I see the sun rise
Aggressively peeking through my blinds
Most of the world is still asleep
I sit all alone, just the sun and me
Grateful for another day that we get to greet
It shines right on my face
I take some deep breath’s as I meditate
No need for vitamins, this is how I medicate
There’s something so beautiful about the quiet
The way it gently tames my inner riot
It’s intoxicating, I won’t deny it
It teaches me how to listen
Pay attention to things I’m missing
Tap into my intuition
About the Creator
Keys Will
Poetry is my first love, my first language! With 20+ years on this poetic journey as a Spoken Wordsmith, Lyricist and published author, I enjoy sharing my gift with the world and digesting the messages crafted by fellow poets.
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