Morning Sun

This is not a poem… just a moment…

As I awoke this morning and pulled my sleepy self out of bed to open the blinds. I was captured by a serene and tranquil moment as I allowed the warmth of the radiant morning sunshine to bathe my soul… but it quickly disappeared beyond the grey clouds not to return. And yet, I can still feel its warm rays touching me. I am alive. Nature.

B. L. Crisp

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