In the morning light so fair & bright,
Nature's beauty is a wondrous sight.
The gentle rustling of leaves outside my window coaxed me from my deep slumber.
The first light of dawn seeped through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow.
Stretching I pushed back the duvet and padded to the window. Pulling back the curtains I took a deep breath taking in the crisp morning air.
Quickly getting ready, I jotted a note and put it on the fridge for my mom before I ventured outside.
The empty streets added to the serene morning atmosphere. Skipping along the gravel pathway I am hit with an appetizing scent of freshly baked bread.
The bakery must be getting ready for the day ahead with that thought in my mind I continued.
Reaching the meadow I sat down on the dewy grass. Closing my eyes I felt the warmth of the sun on my face.
It was at peace enjoying the nature harmony. A gust of cool wind hit my face, opening my eyes I was greeted by a beautiful sight in front of me.
A rainbow stretched across the canvas of the sky despite the lack of rain. The vibrancy of the rainbow is incomparable.
At this moment I felt grateful for the gift of a new day filled with endless possibilities.
As I made my way back home I remembered the message from Mother Nature that each morning held a promise of new beginnings and endless beauty.
The sun rises with a golden flair,
Painting the sky with colors rare.
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Comments (4)
You crafted it well. I feel it a lot because it is nature related. The context is attractive as the beginning 2 lines and the ending 2 lines are rhyming!
Gosh this was so blissful! Loved it so much!
so pretty and calming
Great poem! Well written!