#morninginthemountains

THE MOMENT THE FLOWERS DANCED

 

If you walk as the sun is rising over the mountains on paths surrounded by the trees…you’re constantly surprised by nature's ever-changing beauty and her host of lively imageries.

 

With an acapella harmony emanating from every tree around…

you begin to notice the sunlight…how it dances to the ground.

 

You see the tremble of anticipation in the trees…the flowers…each and every one…as they eagerly await their turn to be caressed by the sun. 

 

But the sun is in no hurry…it’s as if each morning…she reverts to her childhood…as if this is her first time shining and she must feel her way through the woods.

 

If you’re lucky…if you’re in the right spot at the right time…you just might get the chance…to see the sun throw a spotlight on some flowers…and watch those flowers dance.

 

You must look quickly, however, because at the beginning of each day…the sun shines her spotlight only for a moment before she continues on her way.

 

You pause amidst that moment and realize how lucky you have been…for you may never get the chance to see that same spotlight shine again.

 

And you feel blessed you were a witness…

glad at the right time you happened to glance…

the moment the sun illuminated those flowers…

the moment those flowers danced.

 
 

WHEN THE MORNING COMES ALIVE

It happens every morning in the mountains a little after 5.

The weary evening begins to ebb and the morning comes alive.

 

The stars, the moon and the dark of night are all fading

There’s a stillness in the air…

and in the silent tranquil interlude…you gradually become aware

 

that you’re about to witness one of natures awe-inspiring gifts…

You watch the ebony blanket of evening slowly start to lift…

 

and out of the evening’s residue the morning begins to peek…

and somewhere in the darkness…the first bird begins to speak…

 

She clears her throat at first, and I imagine, flaps her wings

then stands up tall upon her branch and sings and sings and sings.

 

Then another bird begins to sing…her original morning song

until the mountain is a chorus of birds…harmoniously singing along.

 

As the night pulls back her blanket…the day can now expand

and you barely have time to catch your breath as sunlight glides across the land. 

 

Every space that was cloaked in darkness is now bejeweled in light

and you smile at how magically…day has replaced the night.

 

And you feel lucky you were there to witness…this brand new day arrive…

And blessed to have experienced the wonder…

 

when the morning comes alive.