Woke up Sunday morning
Opened windows, saw the light
Flowers on my table
Landscape painted bright
Sat next to my window
Sang a song, while I sipped some wine
Bit a juicy apple
Saw the lake, smelled the pines
Cut the bread, ate in peace
Admired the silent mountains
Pushed the curtains, side to side
Imagined far away fountains
Blue skies ascend
Winds carry out, the hustling sound of trees
Serenity arises
Light pours in, while I continue my soundless feast
Such glorious morning
Full of inspiration and meaning
Makes me anxious for the next
I do not think of it?s end, but rather it?s beginning