PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I live in Florida which is relatively flat…this means most of the time

the paths I walk are smooth and even…there are no hills to climb.

Today as I stepped out of my house the first thing I noticed was the trees…

reacting, just like me, to a gentle morning breeze.

Then…somewhere in the distance…in a tree…devoid of light…

rising from the darkness…an owl hooted her good-night.

Next the first bird to awaken began to sing her morning tune…

as that same breeze that moved the trees…pushed the clouds across the moon.

Up ahead, just around the corner…they always wait for me to pass….

a pair of rabbits with their silent smiles…sitting in the grass.

Soon more birds began to sing…a host of birds I could not see…

adding their distinctive voices to this morning’s symphony.

I did not know the melody…or the words to their morning song…

but, in just above a whisper, I began to hum along.

With my morning starting out like this…I know the rest of my day.  

even though I live in Florida…will be downhill all the way