It's 5:30 in the morning and I placed myself on the highest of the three steps.
The sun has just about an hour until it is fully visible.
You can still hear the owls and night critters.
The stillness of the morning is overwhelming.
A slight haze has set up shop in the sky,
Waiting to be burned by the rays.
The droplets of dew on the grass trickle down into the soil.
Flowers are opening up to breath in the crisp morning air.
The birds have left the young and are pecking the worm holes for breakfast.
The trees have solidified to statues.
Sprinklers take there cue like an orchestra, Simultaneously springing out of the ground.
The humans have their eyes shut awaiting the alarm clocks,
Awaiting to burst out of their homes and ruin this beautiful morning.
1 comment:
I like that most people would think this is cruel...I think it's truthful.
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