There's a dusty shelf inside this old house
with an antique book or two and a worn rug
beside that a vase rests with tiny tea roses
a slight fissure crack makes it interesting
Curtains are blowing in the early morning breeze
they are hand made and they are crochet I believe
they are eggshell white with traces of yellowing
I love the crisp air as it brushes over my skin
Something so comforting about the morning
perhaps as we watch the sun kiss the sky
good morning and as we all stretch outward
like a flower unfurling her pretty petals
I am in love with the scent of fresh cut grass
and to see the dew drops hang on for dear life
while the sun drinks the breakfast of another day
and we human beings go about our busy business
When the day ends and the sun dips behind an ocean
we gather ourselves and return home just as another
tending to our tired families and what's for dinner
if we are alone we eat and cry inside just a little
