Morning feels

Do you feel it? Do you feel the warmth in your body as you see the morning sun reach the tips of the oak tree, colouring its edges golden? Do you feel it? Do you feel the zing against your skin as air rushes past, shifting the stagnant debris that sits beneath your feet, revealing fresh greenery below? Do you feel it? Do you feel hope in your heart as a birds begin to sing, a crescendo serenading the new morning? Do you feel it? Do you feel the life in the day as you hear kids playing in the yard next door, their feet beating against the wooden decking as they run from one side to another after their ball? Do you feel it? Do you feel the transition from sleeping to waking, the excitement of change, the freshness of day, the allure of mystery and the unknown?

I feel it. I feel the splendor of the morning, the significance of my insignificance, the language of love.
Thank you.

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